Pretty miserable stuff, this. Most of us of a certain age knew the song was a racist, sexist, misogynist male chauvinist wet dream when it was released. Most of us, I trust, are hidden behind the flimsy veil of irony, and some of us, in print, rationalized how Mick and the Boys were, in fact, bringing America’s great sin—slavery—into a larger and more honest conversation among the fanhood. Perhaps they did, but I don’t think that was their intention, and I don’t think the largest segment of their fan base—young white males still trying to figure out how to be adults—either got whatever subtle lesson the Stones were casting or gave a damn. It was the Stones, damn it, and it had a great riff, a badass rhythm, and it made you strut. If you were male, the song momentarily made you feel like you were in control of things, whether an imaginary plantation with a slave or a captain of Indus or a general of a tank division.
All the apologetics, defenses, rationalizations, and furtive intellection couldn’t quiet the nagging suspicion that the tune was a deliberate and arrogant slap in the face to a great many people. “Brown Sugar” was and is a mean-hearted song. They were called out for their demeaning depictions by feminists, black activists, and prematurely “woke” males at the time of its release. I doubt there was a single one of us who hadn’t wondered at some time or other when the Stones would ditch the tune. When they wrote and performed it, there was a kind of vulgarly hip cache in being a roving cocksman who could get loving whenever he wanted it. But this is an attitude, a pose, a stance that hasn’t aged well through the decades. It remains an example of how embedded racism was in rock ‘n’ roll and within the counter-culture at large despite whatever legal advances had been accomplished. I don’t think the Stones are personally racist in their politics or core value systems (whatever they happen to be or have been). However, they carried habits acquired through generational legacy, which, it seems, they are still trying to shed. So maybe “Brown Sugar” is a start, and they will continue to reconsider their song list for objectionable content. Perhaps that would reduce their sets to a quick and tight 40 minutes or fill out the rest of the time with Chuck Berry and Muddy Waters covers.