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Rev. Run: Touch Me or Nah? (Pause)


Khalil Amani

My last article on Rev. Run, which I initially wrote in 2010 exposed Rev. Run and his connection to "Prosperity Preachers" (i.e. religious leeches!) Rev. Ike and Bishop E. Bernard Jordan. Who knew that five years later (in 2015) I would have a chance encounter with Rev. Run in Las Vegas? Well I did! And that encounter is the fuel for this vlog, which was featured at (World's most dangerous site), so says their tagline.

Wikipedia writes this of "AllHipHop is a hip hop news website founded in 1998. At five million visitors a month, it is the world's most popular hip hop website.[1][2] Essence magazine has dubbed it "the CNN of hip-hop." So yeah! I put Rev. Run on major blast with this article, so much so that Rev. Run reached out to to set up a meeting with me over my beef with him. That meeting never materialized though. I guess Rev. Run just took his lumps and waited for the fallout to pass over.

You need receipts? Of course you do! Here's the link of my article getting at Rev. Run in 2015 for disrespecting me. Click!

Khalil Amani was getting much play over on! They even featured me on the front page once upon a time! The "most popular hip-hop website" according to Wikipedia... where a hodgepodge of assorted famous rappers are interviewed had Khalil Amani on the front effing page... when I was 55 years old!  I tell ya! My life is a fucking riot! 

Now let's get to my chance encounter with Rev. Run in Las Vegas in 2015.

Maybe God was trying to tell me something! Before penning this article on Rev. Run, I had to go beef-stew on Bishop Don “Magic” Juan for his Mickey Mouse, “God-created-Adam-and-Eve-not-Adam-and-Steve” homophobia. I had just met Bishop Don "Magic" Juan two years earlier (2013) in Washington, D.C at a strip club called, "Stadium Club" after the Urban model Awards. Yeah! Khalil travels and Khalil beez "outside," as the young'uns like to say!

Yes! I tore Bishop Don "Magic" Juan a new asshole; gave that nigga a religious wedgie, pulling his tighty-whiteys so hard that I know his drawhs had to have skid marks! And yes! ran that article, prior to my Rev. Run article. I didn't like his Mickey Mouse homophobia conversation and I promptly let the world know. Here's the link. Click!

And the very next week, after tearing up Bishop Don "Magic" Juan, Reverend Run of the 80’s iconic rap collective Run DMC enters my kill-zone. I’m just not having it with these wannabe “men of God” who are supposed to succor and comfort the needy. I may not be able to revoke their hood passes, but I’m straight shitting on their spiritual passes!

You hip-hop Negroes are so full of nostalgia and reverence for iconic and legendary hip-hop figures. Well I’m not! If you disrespect me, I’m coming for that ass! In the case of Rev. Run, this isn’t the first time I’ve written about him. The very fact that he is a “Prosperity Preacher” rubs me the wrong way—being the student of another multimillionaire prosperity preacher—Bishop E. Bernard Jordan—who was the student of one of the biggest prosperity preachers—hallelujah hucksters—pulpit pranksters evaaaar—the good pimp Reverend Doctor Frederick J. Eikerenkoetter II a.k.a. Rev. Ike. Most of you may be too young to remember, but there’s always Google and my last vlog and yo’ mama & grandmamma. Some of your peeps gave Rev. Ike hella dollars, while depriving themselves of the basic necessities of life. I’m jus’ sayin’…

So what did Rev. Run do to me? Let me ‘splain.

I was in Las Vegas in 2015. My beautiful 28 year old niece, who I was very close to suddenly passed away. She had been walking around with Leukemia and didn’t even know it! I flew in immediately upon hearing that she had died—the very next day (I got it like dat and just think! Some of you fools think I really do flour yard-bird for eight bucks an hour at the local chicken shack!)

After spending the day comforting my childhood bestie and his family I decided to hit the Strip for some “Me Time.” Lo & behold! Who do I run into coming out of the MGM Grand Hotel? The Good Reverend Run! Mind you, I was feelin’ hella down, but maybe a spiritual encounter with Rev. Run would boost my spirits.

Straightway, I walked up to him and said, “Hello Rev. Run! Pleasure meeting you! My name is Khalil Amani.” I extended my hand and this dude gives me the most bitch-de-fied handshake I’ve ever had! Not a “pound” or a black man handshake! Nay! Home-biscuit grabs my hand by my fingertips and shakes—as though I was a fucking leper and Run never looked me squarely in my eyes! He’s taller than I, so he looked over my head while mumbling gibberish of the get-out-of-my-face variety—you know—that head-nod disrespectful I’m speaking only ‘cause you’re speaking to me kinda action. Tha fuck?

I walked away thinking, “No he didn’t! Yo’ Khalil! He played you tha fuck out!” I walked a few feet away and decided to sit down and think about this. Rev. Run went back into the casino while his wife and family waited in the limo, which was so packed full with shit in the trunk that they couldn’t close it. Minutes later, Rev. Run emerges for a second time. Now I’m thinking about a photo opt (just to prove that I really ran into him ‘cause I already knew a blog was brewing inside me!) Run jumped into the limo before I could say, “Shesus Khryst” and off they went.

The valet commented to me that, “He comes here a lot. He doesn’t like to be touched.”

Now let’s back up. I’m not one of these star-struck stans that’ll run up on a celebrity while he’s dining with his family in a restaurant. We literally almost bumped into each other—Rev. Run & I. To not speak and acknowledge him would have been disrespectful of me—especially considering that I grew up on Run DMC and that we are men of a similar age and all.

But eff that! I’ve spoken to complete strangers that have come off more genuine than this “man of God!” I’ve shaken the hands of outright atheists whom exuded more love and respect than Rev. Run! Rev. Run failed the love test! Rev. Run failed the, “Be kind to others test.” Rev. Run failed the biblical test of hospitality, which says, “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels awares” (Hebrews 13:2). Furthermore, in the Good Book, Jesus says, “…Inasmuch as ye have done it [disrespected] unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it [disrespected] unto me” (Matthew 25:40).

I need Rev. Run to know that I felt disrespected!

If Rev. Run doesn’t like to be touched (according to the MGM valet)—or shake hands—he’s in the wrong fucking profession! Go back to being a selfish rapper or reality show star! Take that god-damned collar off my dude! A germaphobe in the ministry? Where dey do dat at? Has not Rev. Run read Isaiah 64:6 wherein God says, “But we are all as an unclean thing and all of our righteousness are as filthy rags…”?

Jesus touched the multitude, going so far as to washing folk’s feet and shit! He even let a woman—a presumed prostitute—wash and anoint his hair, face, arms, and feet! Who the fuck are you Rev. Run? You are merely a sinful, dirty, filthy rag like me! Fuck your fame & money! God doesn’t care about mammon (wealth)! And if you're offended by my profanity, it's because I suffer from "Lalochezia," which is the emotional relief gained from using abusive and profane language (I put a call in to Jesus about this!) and besides that, for me, there is something very cathartic and devilish about using profanity to make a religious point to a religious person. In this case, Rev. Run.  

On the day in question, you did the ministry and Jesus hella disservice and I’m the one to tell you about it—one of God’s “strangers/angels.” Now “do what thou wilt.” Selah.

Rest in Peace my beautiful and highly intelligent niece Sharmaine Rutledge 11-8-1986 to 1-23-2015.

Author, poet, essayist, blogger, troll, satirist, journalist, cultural critic, freethinker, father, grandfather, husband & C.O.O.N (Consciously Optimistic, Overtly, Nihilistic), Khalil Amani is "Gay hip-hop's Straight Advocate." A Miami native who wrote for and DJ Kay Slay’s Straight Stuntin Magazine. He’s been featured in L.A. Times, Miami New Times, Miami Herald, Denver Post, Thump/Vice/, Forward, Spin Magazine,, DJ Kay Slay's Streetsweeper Sirius XM Radio Show, The Opperman Report, Sa NeterTV, CBS's, "West 57th Street" (1988), The Biography Channel's, "I Survived a Cult" (2010), The Biography Channel's, "Escaping Evil: My Life in a Cult" (2013) and 2018's, ID (Investigation Discovery) Channel in conjunction with People Magazine "Cults."

In February 2019 Amani appeared on Oxygen Channel and in a special edition of People Magazine on cults. Amani also interviewed with InTouchWeekly, and In 2020, Khalil was most recently featured on national TV's the CW Network's, "The Mel Robbins Show. 

Khalil Amani's cult story is well-documented on six national TV shows, magazines & newspapers, court records and his story is told with pictures in two-time Pulitzer Prize winning writer and journalist, Sydney P. Freedberg's book, Brother Love: Murder, Money and a Messiah (Pantheon Books 1994) along with Amani's 370 page autobiography, My Id: Ignant & Dissfunkshunal! Life in the Yahweh Cult and the Witness Protection Program ( 2007).

Amani is the author of six books, including the groundbreaking “Hip-Hop Homophobes...” ( ’07). Khalil was the first media person to write about the allegations surrounding Afrika Bambaataa allegedly getting stabbed for date-raping a young man in 2013 and is in the upcoming documentary on the Afrika Bambaataa allegations, Trapped in a Culture. Amani majored in English and Black Studies at San Diego Mesa College and the University of Nebraska. Follow on IG @khalil_amani, Facebook, Twitter @khalilamani. Email

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