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xoxoxoBruce · 08-22-2003, 10:47 PM

Growing up in the sticks there was only National Geographic ( I've got 'em all from '47 up) and anecdotal knowledge of anybody not white. The closest thing to different were the Jews I worked for and they weren't much different as far as I could tell. Of course at sundown on Friday they would say, fuck the sabbath, we got 35 acres of hay down and rain coming. Usually because the guy mowing got drunk and forgot to stop.

The one exception was an old black man that had worked for my Grandfather. When he got too old to work, Gramps gave him a few acres of woods with a one room cabin on it and helped him get signed up for Social Security. I liked to visit Old Howard because he had a picture of the poker playing dogs that I thought was about the coolest thing I'd ever seen.

Every year I'd go to the Eastern States Exposition which was like a state fair only much bigger. Every year I'd get a kazoo that looked like a mini trombone and play it incessently till it wore out.
When I was about 12, walking through the bazillion car parking lot with my kazoo, I met the first Black kid in my life. I stood there with my mouth open as he snatched my kazoo and ran. Caught me completely off guard. A racist is born. I don't think I hated them but certainly didn't trust them. Not a problem since there wasn't much contact anyway.

In 1963 I took a bus from Ft Lauderdale to Miami. I had a choice of Express or a local that made half a dozen stops. Of course I took the Express which had a Black driver and passengers whereas the local was all white. Man the evil looks I got from both, Blacks and Whites. I really didn't realize why they were so shocked but then again I didn't give a shit either.

Like most fat, dumb and happy whites, The Civil Rights Movement taught me the history the schools didn't. Now I understood why the Blacks in Georgia had shacks you could see right through while driving by on the way to Florida. And they didn't all live in slums because they were lazy.

While sympathetic in theory, I still had limited contact until I came to PA. Here I learned that not all Blacks are poor victims. Some are mean, some are assholes, some are stupid.
They're JUST LIKE US!!!! Except they listened to shit music.

About this time I aquired a Black sister-in-law. We became very good friends. But that's another story.

08-22-2003, 10:47 PM	#4
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	Growing up in the sticks there was only National Geographic ( I've got 'em all from '47 up) and anecdotal knowledge of anybody not white. The closest thing to different were the Jews I worked for and they weren't much different as far as I could tell. Of course at sundown on Friday they would say, fuck the sabbath, we got 35 acres of hay down and rain coming. Usually because the guy mowing got drunk and forgot to stop. The one exception was an old black man that had worked for my Grandfather. When he got too old to work, Gramps gave him a few acres of woods with a one room cabin on it and helped him get signed up for Social Security. I liked to visit Old Howard because he had a picture of the poker playing dogs that I thought was about the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Every year I'd go to the Eastern States Exposition which was like a state fair only much bigger. Every year I'd get a kazoo that looked like a mini trombone and play it incessently till it wore out. When I was about 12, walking through the bazillion car parking lot with my kazoo, I met the first Black kid in my life. I stood there with my mouth open as he snatched my kazoo and ran. Caught me completely off guard. A racist is born. I don't think I hated them but certainly didn't trust them. Not a problem since there wasn't much contact anyway. In 1963 I took a bus from Ft Lauderdale to Miami. I had a choice of Express or a local that made half a dozen stops. Of course I took the Express which had a Black driver and passengers whereas the local was all white. Man the evil looks I got from both, Blacks and Whites. I really didn't realize why they were so shocked but then again I didn't give a shit either. Like most fat, dumb and happy whites, The Civil Rights Movement taught me the history the schools didn't. Now I understood why the Blacks in Georgia had shacks you could see right through while driving by on the way to Florida. And they didn't all live in slums because they were lazy. While sympathetic in theory, I still had limited contact until I came to PA. Here I learned that not all Blacks are poor victims. Some are mean, some are assholes, some are stupid. They're JUST LIKE US!!!! Except they listened to shit music. About this time I aquired a Black sister-in-law. We became very good friends. But that's another story. __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump. Last edited by xoxoxoBruce; 08-22-2003 at 10:50 PM.