The Diddy Documentary: A Case Study In Power, Insecurity & The Collapse Of Accountability and Performative Justice.

Artwork illustrated by R.K / RABBI KUMI (2025)

Nowadays, accountability is often optional, especially for those who are rich, powerful, and famous. Something you can especially avoid if your name is Sean “Diddy” Combs, the man who apparently treated the entertainment industry like his personal ragdoll. This new documentary didn’t just expose Diddy. It exposed the ecosystem that enabled him, a network of fans, yes-men, and professional enablers who treated his chaos like the average Hollywood celebrity lifestyle.

Every villain has an origin story, and just like most people, Diddy’s starts at home. Raised by his single mother, Janice Combs, a woman who, intentionally or not, nurtured a narcissist with no emotional regulation, no humility, and apparently no boundaries. We love to clown 50 Cent for pettiness or meme Diddy dancing at Biggie’s memorial, but we as a culture ALWAYS FORGET the bigger picture! His mother was his first-ever enabler. Toxicity and shitty behavior don’t appear out of thin air. It’s learned, groomed, and, as you can see, eventually industrialized into a billion-dollar persona!

And when you surround someone with yes-men, hype-men, money-chasers, and people terrified of losing their spot? Nine lives that were lost at a disorganized basketball game, or the other victims who were harmed, threatened, sexually abused, or even kidnapped, suddenly don’t matter at all. If you’re getting away, let alone getting even more famous for killing people at a basketball game, why stop?

But this documentary didn’t just expose Diddy’s personal mess, but it also exposed the start of the East Coast vs West Coast and the deaths of Tupac and Biggie and the decades of conspiracies that followed. Conspiracy theories that distracted our culture from the ACTUAL problem for many decades! All those theories about the CIA, the FBI, Cuba, and Machiavelli rebirths are officially DONE with! Yes, 2Pac was severely monitored by the government because of his Black Panther roots. But the doc made it clear: Tupac and Biggie were casualties of a corporate gang war between Suge Knight and Diddy. And the spark? A woman. Suge Knight’s sidepiece in Atlanta.

Diddy’s jealousy, entitlement, insecurity, and narcissism didn’t just create tension, but they escalated it into a cultural war. And the cost? Tupac and Biggie. Two icons who still should have been here alive and well with fruitful legacies. Instead, they became martyrs. And whether we admit it or not, their deaths subconsciously glamorized early death for generations of young Black men dying young became a shortcut to legend. A tragic psychological domino effect no one wants to address!

Whether it's Capricorn Clark, Lil Rod, Cassie, every accusation, every lawsuit, every complaint points to one thing: Diddy doesn’t pay people. Because if Diddy just paid all of his artists and the people working for him, he wouldn’t be in a jail cell with a tainted legacy. The man would rather give Sting $5K a day for sample clearances than fairly compensate the artists and staff who built the Bad Boy empire brick by brick. He didn’t even pay his videographer days before the arrest.

One of the major reasons why I think Diddy wasn't served with justice and basically got away with all the shit that he did was because of the jurors. Specifically, Juror 160, the first person to serve on a jury while simultaneously behaving like a backstage groupie. The smirks. The giggles. The “I can’t believe I’m sitting this close to Diddy” energy. Justice isn’t blind, but apparently it is starstruck. This documentary made one thing painfully clear: Diddy wasn’t unfairly judged. He was barely judged at all. Or so it seems?

The most disappointing aspect of this documentary is the conversation surrounding it. It seems that it's more about 50 Cent’s pettiness towards Diddy than giving the victims and survivors a platform and a voice. I feel like our culture doesn’t look enough at Diddy’s wrongdoings, but more so the messenger, which in this case is 50 Cent. I personally think that 50 Cent putting himself at the forefront of this documentary was a huge mistake!

This documentary is a classic case of us as people to stop idolizing these celebrities. Especially the billionaire ones. Because if you think Diddy is the only piece of shit in the industry? Rihanna. Beyoncé. Jay-Z. Taylor Swift. Selena Gomez. Dr. Dre or even the likes of Afrikan Bambaataa. Every billionaire, almost-billionaire, or person of influence has skeletons in their closet. We just haven’t seen the lawsuits or a Netflix docu-series yet.