When you hear the term "Freaknik" or "Freaknic," a certain cannotation comes to mind: Unruliness, debauchery, black people having a good 'ole time with no regard to society's woes, traffic or otherwise. Is this characterization somewhat accurate?
In the immortal words of the familiar refrain on Dr. Dre's "The Chronic" album:
"Hell Yeah!"
Let's go down memory lane, Peachtree in fact, in pictures from Freakniks past.
Adina Howard was a household name back then.
Back then, there was "No Time" for fake ones.
Let's be honest: To some people, it was a paradise. To others, it was the day the niggaz took over.
Everybody was on a Creep in the mid-1990s.
Tunes of the times: "Swing low, sweet chariot and ... Let me Ride".
They didn't mean to be so destructive, use your heart to forgive.
People were on some "goobitty gooks" stuff too.
"Still clowning with the Underground, when they come around." - 2Pac, 1993
It was all about "Electric Relaxation" - Tribe Called Quest.
Fancy cars, wild women, men in a metropolis: In 1992, you couldn't ask for a better scenario.
Freaknik does not belong in the 21st century, it died unceromoniously in 1998, choked to death by Atlanta's politicians and beaurocracy. The free-wheeling and high times of the 1990s have been killed by the fearmongering and economic waste of the 2000s. It is what it is.
In conclusion, Freaknik was not a party, it was an idea, a mind-set. Thus, it can never truly die.
It exists in the mind.
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