When Your Hero Lets You Down: Processing Ye’s Antics as a Fan

Man, I don’t even know where to start with this one. It hurts. Like, deep-in-your-gut, can’t-ignore-it kinda pain. Ye’s music changed my life, straight up. He taught me how to love myself when the world told me I wasn’t worth a damn. His music made me feel like I could be whoever the fuck I wanted to be without apology. And now? Now I’m sitting here watching him spiral into some unrecognizable, hateful mess—and I can’t lie, it’s breaking my heart.

The 2025 Grammys should’ve been about the music, but instead, Ye pulled another weird, controlling stunt. He had Bianca Censori out there, damn near naked, parading her around like some kind of trophy he could flaunt. Not as a partner, not as a person with agency—just something he owns, something he can command. And I’ve seen this pattern before. He’s done this to every woman he’s been with. It’s disturbing, but worse than that, it’s fucking exhausting to keep watching. (Source)

But that was just the start. A few days later, he got on social media and went full Nazi mode. Like, no “maybe he didn’t mean it that way” defense left. He straight up praised Hitler. He literally called himself a Nazi. You can’t spin that. You can’t excuse that. And I refuse to sit here and act like it’s just another Ye tantrum that we should all just brush off. His fans are canceling their Yeezy orders, boycotting his new album “Bully,” and pulling support left and right. Rightfully so. (Source)

And now I’m stuck here, at war with myself.

Do I throw away the music that raised me? Do I act like the songs that saved me don’t mean shit anymore because the man behind them is acting disgusting? Do I turn my back on the art because the artist himself is making me sick?

I hate that I even have to ask myself these questions.

But here’s what I do know: I can’t stand behind this bullshit. I won’t. I’m not gonna sit here and pretend it’s okay. I’ll always be grateful for what Ye’s music gave me. I just wish he was still the man I thought he was.

That’s the hardest part.