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Who Is Crispus Attucks?
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Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2001 18:53:09 -0600
http://www.feedmag.com/templates/default.php3?a_id=1601 02.05.2001 The mastermind behind UrbanExpose, an irrevcerent Web site covering hip-hop culture and media, has long been a mystery. Julian Dibbell unmasks the man, and his message. AS MEDIA MYSTERIES GO, the UrbanExpos affair probably won't rate too many pages in the history books. It's not "Who shot J.R.?" It's not "Who wrote Primary Colors?" It's not even "How much longer can I be expected to care what the fuck Ginger is?" Still, over the last half year it has vexed enough of the East Coast new-media-world's players, player-haters, and straight-up yentas to qualify for at least a footnote. The mystery: Who is the wig-wearing muckraker behind the Web's premier black-media-biz gossip site, UrbanExpos? Who is the man signing his Negro-revolutionary pseudonym to all those acid-tongued dissections of the Web portals, cable channels, and niche magazines that work the melanin-fortified content space coyly known as "urban"? Who, in short, is Crispus Attucks, and where does he get off? A lot of wrong answers have accumulated since UrbanExpos debuted last June. An instant hit with both netslaves and honchos at urban-flavored new-media ventures like 360hiphop, Urban Box Office, and hookt.com, the site quickly filled up with smart, smack-talking user commentary, which became as much of a draw as Attucks's scandalously well-informed profiles. Trying to figure out who Attucks was was part of the fun, of course, and pretty soon the game got serious. Detectives were hired. Media reporters beat the bushes. In July, having gotten a glimpse of Attucks when he showed up for an interview disguised in dark glasses and a colonial wig, Inside magazine ran an article fingering thirty-four-year-old cyberkind McLean Greaves, founder of Caf Los Negroes, as the man behind the mask. Bzzzzt. Greaves's attorney got the story retracted the following week. But the speculation continued full-tilt everywhere else. At last count, the list of named suspects has at one time or another included the ubiquitous Omar Wasow (MSNBC commentator and blackplanet.com executive director), rap journalist Ronin Ro, and the entire management of Urban Box Office. Oddly enough, the list has never included twenty-nine-year-old Fort Greene resident John Lee. Not that he'd be an obvious suspect. His urban-media credentials, strictly speaking, include work on a few low-budget rap videos and some under-the-radar film and television scripting. But in other ways, Lee fits the bill to a T. For one thing, just as you'd expect of Crispus Attucks, he knows new media from the inside out -- understands from long, hard experience the logic of digital networks as well as the alchemy of buzz and clout -- and has a complicated relationship to the entire enterprise. For another thing, just as you'd expect of Crispus Attucks, he happens to be Crispus Attucks. I know this not because I beat any bushes but because Lee called me up the other day and told me. He's ready to go public, he says: ready to expand the UrbanExpos franchise into print and into broader media coverage, ready to start collecting on the good and bad karma the site has earned him so far. And I guess he figured I'd be a good person for the job -- after all, it wouldn't be the first time I'd blown his cover. The first time was eleven years ago. Lee wasn't calling himself Crispus Attucks back then -- his handle was Corrupt. He was eighteen years old, living with his mom in Brownsville, Brooklyn, and logging in regularly to a local dial-up bulletin board called Phuck the Pheds, a hangout for computer hackers and phone phreaks that I was spending time on for a Spin magazine assignment. Corrupt wasn't like most of the other guys on Phuck the Pheds. It wasn't just that he was black, a rarity then and now in the computer underground. He was also an "elite" hacker who really was -- a go-to specialist in cracking DEC Vax machines (aka Vaxen), the corporate and government mainframes of choice in those days. The Spin article was Corrupt's first appearance in print, but not his last. By the time it came out, Lee had hooked up with the legendary hacker group MOD, whose accomplishments, by some accounts, would eventually include penetrating nearly every telephone-company system in the world. "I hate to be all bragging about it," Lee says today, "but we did redefine what hacking was. That's when things went from, like, dudes trying to guess passwords to actually monitoring networks and understanding the whole topology. Big-picture hacking It was ill." MOD's legend, however, owes almost as much to their flair for press relations as it does to their hacking skills. I eventually wrote a cover story on them for the Village Voice, but it was hardly an exclusive. Reporters were lined up around the block for a chance to cover these personable, articulate, multiethnic, technoexotic felons. And as such coverage can do, it probably redoubled the legal system's eagerness to put these personable, articulate, multiethnic, technoexotic felons behind bars. When Lee finally got hauled in to talk to the investigator who got him and four other MOD members indicted on federal charges, he saw on the man's office wall a framed copy of the Village Voice cover photo: Lee and the others striking gangster poses, not very effectively disguised with bandido-style kerchiefs. "He loved that shit," Lee recalls, laughing. "And I think he said something like, 'We was going to leave you alone till you threw it in our face.'" Convicted, Lee did six months in penal boot camp, got out, finished up his Brooklyn College film studies (senior project: the romantic live-action short Crackhead Love), became the first and last black man featured on the cover of Wired (for an excerpt from Masters of Deception, Josh Quittner and Michelle Slatalla's book on MOD) -- and then got popped again on a parole violation and did a year in New York City's federal Metropolitan Detention Center, an experience he says is still painful to talk about. "After that, I got a serious distaste for computers," says Lee. His life as a hacker celebrity was over. And probably never would have gone much further anyway. Just one week out of his first jail term, Lee had come down the steps into the Hoyt-Schermerhorn subway station in downtown Brooklyn and seen the writing on the wall. A movie crew was shooting there, and Lee, curious, sidled up to the production assistant and asked what the film was. The answer: 1995's Hackers, a film every hacker in New York already knew was based loosely but transparently on the kids of MOD. "I had heard about the movie, and I knew it was going to be fucked up. I knew they marginalized the black character," Lee says. And now here he was himself standing uninvited on the margins of the production. Lee couldn't begin to convey to the PA the layers of irony in the situation, and didn't try. "That shit was like, mad Kafka," he says. "I'm sitting there waiting for the train to go home and shit, and I'm looking at these motherfuckers shooting the hacker movie. Unbelievable." It would be too tidy to imagine that that sad, surreal moment was where the seeds of UrbanExpos were planted. The site's deepest roots, after all, lie not in bitterness but in Lee's love of the culture he grew up with and has been standing up for ever since the days of Phuck the Pheds (where he sometimes had to defend hip-hop's right to exist against the hordes of hacker metalheads). Once hacking stopped being an option for him, Lee's path from the digital underground to the creative milieu of Fort Greene (home of Spike Lee's 40 Acres and a Mule production company and ground zero of New York black bohemia) was a natural one. Shopping his script ideas around at places like BET and 40 Acres, networking at launch parties, trading gossip in Fort Greene watering holes, Lee was working his way into a scene he probably would have fallen into eventually even if the feds had never forced a career change on him. He was also, of course, compiling the mental Rolodex he would later depend on to keep UrbanExpos well-stocked with inside dope. Not that he was planning on any such thing. The idea for the site was a late-blooming epiphany, sparked by the infusion of corporate money into the urban online space early last year. At first Lee was thrilled to see the Web suddenly bristling with hip-hop sites and other signs of pop-cultural urban-centrism. "I was like, wow, urban blew up," he says. "I was really happy for it." But he couldn't help noticing that a lot of the best-funded sites "failed to impress," as he gently puts it (having put it far less gently elsewhere). It was time, he decided, for an "honest critique" of urban media, something that would help keep the scene from choking on its own hype, and over late-night drinks with friends last June, he worked out just what that critique might look like. His distaste for computers behind him, he spent the following weekend hacking the UrbanExpos code. "And then, I just launched it," he says, "phantomlike, into the night." The rest, of course, is new-media history -- or anyway at least a footnote. And if there's a single clue to be found among the pages of Crispus Attucks's Web site that connects his little piece of history with Corrupt's, it has eluded me so far. Even so, maybe it's not stretching things too far to think of Lee's new career as at least partly a revision of his old one -- an attempt to fine-tune the mix of fun and fame and risk that went so sour the first time he ran around getting into other people's business under cover of a pseudonym and a bad disguise. Certainly it's hard for me to think why else he would have come to me again with his story -- I hadn't heard from him in years, and the urban-media scene isn't exactly my beat. But if he thinks things celebrity might treat him more kindly this time, I'm happy to help out. After all, the last time he let me take him public, I got a cover line out of the deal, and he got six months. I think maybe I owe him one. Julian Dibbell is the author of My Tiny Life: Crime and Passion in a Virtual World. 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