:DGlad ya took it right, I dont see in color. Ya ever seen Chris Rock do his Nat X routine on SNL? He has a fro 10 times of what Lionel Richie ever tried to have and more collective nap than The Commodores all put together. :pHe calls all the guests up one at a time like a real talk show/late night interview and then trashes em out no matter what persuasion they are, bottom line is he is a black racist and its hilarious.
David Allen Grier another black comedian I would LOVE to split a fatty with and check out. I am liking this where we can all laugh at ourselves, poke fun, mess with each other and less and less you aint gotta worry about a Klan/Panthers hook up.:p Bout dang time we take the crybabies from whatever race that fall back on how things used to be and use it as a hate tool and tell em get a grip, we remember but werent involved, aint affected, new day & age time to move on and quit stirring the pot over issues underlying that have nuthin to do with it.
Yeah tell Smitty not to shoot if he sees me, its all in honest fun and never any offense meant. I catch myself on the rare occasion having to answer and defend my ways and when ya know they are harmless and you really are trying to lighten up on something has been a strain on humanity, up jumped the devil and just as many if not more of us saltines question it than a brother misinterpreting.
I may have told you this before and if so foregive my being redundant redundant. Had a fella bout 65 named Ray Groves as a client with 20 some miniature horses. Kind man, nice guy, wifes name Cheryl and her and I still communicate a time or 2 a yr. Ray had a black man named Tracy that lived in a trailer they had set up for him way before my days there and Tracy was basicly a live-in hired hand. Ray had a small lawn mowing business where he took care of not so much residential lawns but a few schools & churches. Him & Tracy did the work together and Ray had given him a few accounts of his own. I have no idea what their financial arrangement was but I thinks its fair to assume Ray let Tracy have his and am sure there was wages just from takin care of the horses and stuff right there at the farm. This may sound kinda 2-faced but try understand when I say Ray introduced Tracy as his N to anyone meeting them first time. It kinda rankled me cuz I knew Tracy was a basic good dude, hard worker, clean-liver. Thought it was disrespectful and thought less of Ray for it initially and wondered why Tracy put up with it.
Ray & Cheryl were rarely there when I did the horses and it was a 3-4-5 hr routine. There was an office in the barn with a black & white (how fitting
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TV in it and it was always a morning gig. Tracy and I had a routine, he would get the TV while I flipped a garbage can over for it to sit on and we'd always catch The Price Is Right.:D Shortly into this I was just being me and hollered COME ON DOWN, following Bob Barkers lingo. Tracy was at the far end of the barn and of a sudden I had an echo- COME ON DOWN. I'd take a break and soon we were bidding doors, commenting on the hostess' assets, being 2 guys in a barn. We both knew we liked each other but it dint need saying so we just went on and cultivated a friendship. I went there every 2 months for 10 yrs. I told Tracy how I had grown up in MN and never been up close to or spoken to a black person till I was 17 and found myself in Ft Jackson, SC, and figgered the end was near, I would be stabbed and beaten by the brothers. He thought I was pullin his leg at first but then found that hilarious when he figgered out it was true. We small talked about the ways of people, racial strife, we were comfortable with each other and just aired it out, pickin each others brains for their standpoint, experience, perspective. Needless to say it was a growing time for me, and maybe for him too. Somewhere into it Ray & Cheryl got wind or read the lines and saw that Tracy & I not only got along in a work manner but had become friends. Ray never faultered and always used the N when introducing Tracy but I had to soften up some and realize Ray dint mean nuthin by it, as offensive as it would appear to those not in the know, and Tracy felt privaledged to have Ray refer to him as such.
That was kinda hard for me to grasp as an outsider at first. Rays daughter found him dead in the recliner one day from an anuerism. I was a pall-bearer and my ol lady knew them both well and she was with. Services at the cemetary were over and the crowd dispersed. My ol tugged my arm and said look. It was Tracy, standing bout 200 ft away from the gravesite, head hangin, by hisself. This was a man roughly my age Mike. Me and the ol lady made eye contact and no words were needed, we both knew. Tracy was flat lost, dint know how the heck life would go on without Ray. Just absolutely devasted but man enuf to buck up and bear his grief by himself. All the bad Ns Ray had ever said, all the wonder of why Tracy dint take offense, everything became crystal clear. The word and my interpretation of what it represented were puppy piss in the fountain of life. Those 2 had the utmost respect for each other and had Tracy gone on Ray woulda had to stand aside from the emotional shockwave it woulda caused him. I felt like a dumba$$ for a split second having realized my ignorant misinterpretation but that very soon turned into a feeling of calm & understanding, having finally having had to have to almost be slapped in the face with it but very very happy that I finally GOT IT. I have come to realize that it is much easier to cling onto a vague thread of what others endorse and you find easiest to go along with than stand in yur own shoes and count yur own sheep. Bad thing is I doubt Tracy has no idea of what his life gave me. But then again maybe he's 1 step ahead of me and knew it before it came to being.
Tracy had a very pock-marked face and ruddy complexion. After the funeral a few months down the road Cheryl talked to me in a way we had never talked while Ray was living. She said Tracy came from a home where his dad had held cigarette butts up against his face and burnt him, repeatedly, over his whole childhood. I remember thinking man I wisht I knew then what I know now cuz him and I had had a happy shade of gray long before but I felt bad that I had ever had any reservations at first and wisht we woulda (I woulda) taken it to the point immediately that we we ended up at- calling each other, bringing one another a treat from the store, common decency and friendship stuff.
Him & I would tweak predudism and wonder what Door #2 would cost if you were a wealthy afro pimp vs. a white collar crime family-just cut up, stuff like that. There was a dwarf miniature horse born on the place and they are kinda deformed, bulbous foreheads, messed up leg joints, potbellies. I said "that sumbich looks he swallered a watermelon whole. Tracy said back up bich, maybe he smoked a joint and ate 2 tons of crackers. Of course I had to ask why there are no black crackers, just oreos in some sick bastages feeble attempt to go Salt N Peppa. We were THAT kind of friends.
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Originally Posted by horseshoer
:DGlad ya took it right, I dont see in color. Ya ever seen Chris Rock do his Nat X routine on SNL? He has a fro 10 times of what Lionel Richie ever tried to have and more collective nap than The Commodores all put together. :pHe calls all the guests up one at a time like a real talk show/late night interview and then trashes em out no matter what persuasion they are, bottom line is he is a black racist and its hilarious.
