Supervillain: The Making of Tekashi 6ix9ine, written and directed by Karam Gill, traces the origins of Daniel Hernandez to his rapper alter ego Tekashi 6ix9ine. The three-episode mini-series covers his stint in a bodega to his association with a gang. It touches upon his history of sexual harassment and assault while projecting him as this larger-than-life entity that has been kept afloat by a generation of fans that fails to understand the gravity of what they are normalising.
I can proudly say that I haven’t heard a single song from Tekashi 6ix9ine. Ever. Because when he became popular, I was probably busy with something and after I got to know about how he has sexually assaulted a minor and beaten up his wife, there was no question about checking out how he’s as an artist. I used to follow an illustrator called Alex Solis who I assume did his album artworks. I stopped following him as well in order to avoid seeing 6ix9ine’s (Let’s just call him Daniel Hernandez because that’s what he is and that’s who he is) obnoxious mug. While I was on this YouTube streak, I came across a video (Linked at the bottom of this review) that detailed his association with gangs, which made me distance myself even more from him and his fans. And here I am with a documentary that has attempted to showcase his downfall. Kind of.
Usually, in every review, this is the part where I talk about who has made the show and whatnot. But I ain’t going to do that this time. I am way too jaded after seeing the whole documentary and the extent to which Daniel’s fandom is spread to do that. This show hasn’t gone nearly as hard as it should’ve gone to virtually cave Daniel’s face in for being a wife-beater and a sexual offender. Those three points that I’ve given the show? Those are for making the effort to collate all the information about Daniel and present it in a digestible form. That’s it. If you wanted to hear that, there it is. Feel free to leave this review right now. And if you are a fan of Daniel Hernandez looking to get some perspective, then f*ck you and f*ck off. What the f*ck is wrong with you? What the actual f*ck is wrong with you?
Ideally, I should’ve been talking about Daniel Hernandez and how the show has dissected him while dissecting him myself. That’s really simple. He’s a stupid asshole with no talent. That’s it. Done. Do you want to know why he’s famous though? Because of you. Yes, you. The people who ironically decided to watch and share his material. I can’t even call it “art”. It’s not art. It’s trash. But you think that edgy shit is cool. You think associating with him is cool. Right? Right? Do you think beating up your better half is cool then? Do you think harassing a minor is cool then? Oh no, you don’t get to pick and choose. When you make the decision to be a fan, you get all of it and if you don’t, then you get none of it. F*ck that bullshit about separating the art from the artist. There are real lives at stake. The hell are you getting all intellectual about for?
In fact, you know what? Not separating the art from the artist is the intellectual thing to do. I have always believed that. Do you know how people always break out that ass-hat phrase whenever someone does something criminal? You don’t see them saying the same thing when a good artist is playing a fictional villain. Because then the difference between what’s good and what’s bad is apparent. It’s only when a person does something bad in real life that everyone’s brains starts to work about how they can brush it under the rug so that they can avoid feeling guilty about ever enjoying their work. So, it’s not like people don’t have an idea about what’s good and what’s bad. It’s because they can differentiate that they do this act of hypocrisy. And for what? For what? Nobody knows you. You aren’t even getting paid for it. What are you getting? Enjoyment? From a wife-beater and a sexual offender? Where the hell’s your moral compass?
That’s the thing. We as a society, which is largely patriarchal in nature, fail to gauge the depth of something like domestic abuse or sexual assault. Add to that the disconnect that comes via the internet and you’ve people worshipping fools like Daniel Hernandez. Because it’s not directly affecting them. They can write a comment denouncing the assaults, get a few likes, gather a few more like-minded people, and that’s it. The discourse is dead. Come and sit in front of the people who have faced it firsthand and then let’s see how well your arguments hold up. How about that? I can bet any amount of money that neither Hernandez nor his fans have the balls to do that. He’s a coward. So are his fans. They are in a circle-jerk which is slowly getting smaller and smaller and will finally vanish into oblivion. And that brings me to my concluding point. Hence, listen the f*ck up. I ain’t kidding. Listen up.
The Joker ain’t real and neither is the Batman. They are fictional. This is real life. And in real life, authenticity perseveres over this fake-ass, edgy shit. Daniel Hernandez’s impact on rap culture and culture is nil batta sannata. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Nadda. The only reason why he’s being talked about is that he screamed loud enough and was backed up by absolute brain-dead idiots with little-to-no grasp on reality. Is that what you want to be remembered for? He’s not going to be remembered. What’s your worth then? You might ask then why am I talking about him? I am not. Re-read the review. I am not. I am talking about you to you. I am requesting you to grow the f*ck up. This world has seen so much negativity, so much violence, so many horrors. It doesn’t need anymore. Compassion, love, and honesty, that’s what’s in vogue. That’s what sticks. Permanently. The sooner you learn that, the better.
Do watch Supervillain: The Making Of Tekashi 6ix9ine on Voot Select on March 26 to get some perspective. Then watch this video by J. Aubrey on Daniel Hernandez linked below. And follow better artists. There are a lot of them out of there who are really good and aren’t criminals. So, you don’t have to waste the remainder of your grey cells trying to separate the art from the artist. You can just celebrate the art and the artist. Sorry, if I came off as way too aggressive here. I meant it.
Cover artwork by Bhayva Poonia/Mashable India