This music video features the renowned British poet and writer Benjamin Zephaniah performing his thought-provoking track "Rong Radio." Through powerful spoken word delivery over a steady rhythm, the performance critiques mainstream media manipulation, cultural stereotypes, and political propaganda. It highlights the profound psychological impact of consuming biased broadcasts that shape societal fears, political alignments, and commercial desires.
This spoken-word piece is a critical reflection on the power of media manipulation. The speaker describes a personal awakening after realizing how \"the wrong radio station\"—a metaphor for mainstream media and propaganda—has distorted their perception of race, politics, global conflicts, and personal value, leading to a state of mental sedation and misplaced prejudice.
My ears are battered and burned and I have just learned I have been listening to the wrong radio
station. My mind has been brutalized, no the pain can't be disguised. I've been listening to the
wrong radio station. I was beginning to believe that all black men were bad men and white men
would reign again. I was beginning to believe that I was a mindless drugs freak that couldn't control
my sanity or my sexuality. I was beginning to believe that I couldn't believe in nothing
except nothing and all I ever wanted to do was get you and do you. I've been listening to the
wrong radio station. My future has been blighted, I am so so excited. I've been listening to the
wrong radio station. I'm beginning to not trust me, in fact I want it to arrest me. I've been
listening to the wrong radio station. I've been dancing to music that I can't stand. I've been
reciting commercials to my girlfriends. I've been trying to convince myself that what I really need
is a sunbed and a mortgage and some hairspray, the kind of hairspray that will wash my great blues
away. I've been trying to convince myself that I shouldn't care about anyone else but myself.
I've been trying to convince myself that I could eat my conscience if I gave a few pence or a few
cents to a starving baby in Africa. Because African babies need me so, because African babies need my
favor, because Africa is full of dictators and oh yeah, globalization will bring salvation.
I've been listening to the wrong radio station.
My neighbors are evil, I want to go kill people. Hey, I was sure I didn't inhale, so why is my
mind going stale? I've been listening, I was beginning to believe that all Muslims are terrorists
and Christian terrorists didn't exist. I really did believe that terrorism couldn't be done by
governments, not our governments, not white governments. I just could not see what was
wrong with me. I gave hungry people hamburgers, you see. I was beginning to believe that our
children were better than their children. Their children were dying from terrorism, but I couldn't
hear their children call, and a child from Palestine simply didn't count at all. What despair!
No children, I was not aware. I've been listening for years, I've been sedated, now I think I'm
educated. I've been listening to the wrong radio station. Took the same little white pill, I've been listening to the wrong radio station.
When it started I was curious, but then it got so serious.
It was cool when it began, but now I really hate Iran.
Look at me now, I want to make friends with Pakistan, I want to bomb Afghanistan,
and I need someone to tell me where the hell is Kurdistan. Yeah, you can be my ally for a while
until I come to bomb your child, and I'm sure there's a continent called the Middle East,
and I think I can bomb my way to peace. I've been listening to the wrong radio station,
been to the wrong tone, been listening to the wrong, I've been listening to the wrong voices,
bad choices, I've been to the wrong radio station, I've been listening, I've been listening to spies,
I've been listening to the wrong radio station. I needed to know what some pop star somewhere
was having for breakfast. I needed to know that I was no longer working class.
I needed to know if the stock market rose one percent. I needed to know that I had a ruler
to give me confidence. I needed to know that my life would improve loads if I had an operation
on my nose. I needed to hear that DJ say, he was there just for me. I loved the way that he would
say, this was sponsored by, oh my, oh my, he made me cry. I've been listening to the wrong radio
station. Can you dig myself on a hit list? I've been listening to the wrong ratchet.
Dig myself tight. I've been to the wrong radio. Keep this frequency clear.