FILE - In this June 10, 2013 file photo, Spike Lee attends the eighth annual Made in New York Awards in New York. Lee has launched a Kickstarter campaign to help fund his next feature film. The Brooklyn director on Monday unveiled his bid to raise $1.25 million over the next month. Lee offered few details on the film, but said it would be about ìthe addiction of blood.î (Photo by Charles Sykes/Invision/AP, File) Charles Sykes/Invision/AP
Spike Lee has just about had it with Brooklyn's "motherf***in'" hipsters and their "Christopher Columbus" bull sh**. The infamous director/Knicks fan offered up an impromptu live joint while addressing folks at New York's Pratt Institute.
Lee was speaking in the school's Memorial Hall Auditorium on the Brooklyn campus when he was asked about "the other side of gentrification."
"Let me just kill you right there," he starts off. The rest is exactly the type of rant you'd expect from a guy as wonderfully articulate and passionate about his neighborhood as Spike Lee. It also contains and unsurprising use of "motherf***in'."
Here’s the thing: I grew up here in Fort Greene. I grew up here in New York. It’s changed. And why does it take an influx of white New Yorkers in the south Bronx, in Harlem, in Bed Stuy, in Crown Heights for the facilities to get better? The garbage wasn’t picked up every motherf***in’ day when I was living in 165 Washington Park. P.S. 20 was not good. P.S. 11. Rothschild 294. The police weren’t around. When you see white mothers pushing their babies in strollers, three o’clock in the morning on 125th Street, that must tell you something.
[Audience member: And I don’t dispute that … ]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. And even more. Let me kill you some more.
[Audience member: Can I talk about something?]
Then comes the motherf***in’ Christopher Columbus Syndrome. You can’t discover this! We been here. You just can’t come and bogart. There were brothers playing motherf***in’ African drums in Mount Morris Park for 40 years and now they can’t do it anymore because the new inhabitants said the drums are loud. My father’s a great jazz musician. He bought a house in nineteen-motherf***in’-sixty-eight, and the motherf***in’ people moved in last year and called the cops on my father. He’s not — he doesn’t even play electric bass! It’s acoustic! We bought the motherf***in’ house in nineteen-sixty-motherf***in’-eight and now you call the cops? In 2013? Get the f*** outta here.
And, really, that's just the beginning. Listen to the full audio and read the full transcription over at New York magazine.