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mnottertail -> RE: Black Doms (4/2/2007 8:00:41 PM)
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Yanno, some people think I am a dead on lets go get the motherfuckers racist.
So I am gonna tell a joke (and there is a joke in here, but this is a true story), and I want a whole lot of people to think about this.
I grew up in Minnesota. Small town. so, we are eating dinner in the kitchen which was cream purple with a white cove cieling...all around the table like families did them days---my father an electrician, my mother a 50's housewife, my little brother hobie in a highchair---my older sister princess peega, my twin brother gaffer, who had an unclean desire for mashed potatoes and gravy, and your truely, buddah......a tow headed curley haired angel. behind our house was a slough, with butter and eggs snapdragons, frogs, lizards, monster dragonflies and everything a young feller could ever ask for............the developers came in and filled in the swamps and built houses there------I had a case of the ass at the world over it, and anyone who was involved in it, or could be.
Well, it was the cool of the e'en as the story goes, and sweltering so the door was open and the screen closed to keep the flies out, rapp rapp rapp---
My dad---Who the fuck is knocking on the door at supper? He muses to the assembled masses? For in them days, it was a rap and walk in if we knew you.
Ron, go answer the door. To retrace a bit---before the days of President Kennedy, men wore hats no matter what---it was good dress, and if you don't know what a flax woven short snap brim bermuda is with a wide band, this isn't gonna make sense.
I go to the door, here is a black man---- said hat in his hands and turning it nervously------is your father home he said----( I was astonished that he was of different color since Minnesota is like 97% scandinavian----) But I had seen indians and seen pictures.) Yeah, says I, and you come on in----------are you sure? (I come from a time that children were seen but not heard) Ya!!!! (how you gonna tell dad, I tol him but he left..................NOT------it isn't explicable)
He comes in, I say-----do you want coffee?---------(that's a must!!!!!) No, he smiles at me and what great white teeth against his very purple skin. Such a kind and gentle smile and voice.
Dad says, grab a seat-----(flourescent light)
No, I won't stay long and bother you at dinner.
What's up says dad?
you know the house right around the corner?
Yeah?
I wanna buy it.........
dad says, can you afford it?
Yes!
do you mow your fuckin' lawn?
Yes!
Then what the fuck do I care? Do what you wanna do buddy....
Well, he says-----I am asking all the neigbors.........
yadda yadda yadda
he leaves
I ain't never seen this kinda interaction between men.
So, pop? What was that about........
short version he explains niggers. But it is polite to call them black, and our family is not racist-------end of fuckin joke.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Donald(my twin, Gaffer; face full of mashed potatoes says, some confused)
well, dad, what would happen if we had a black baby? (little hobie still in highchair)------------
Dad and mom eyed each other, and smirked---- and dad said--------
You can better fuckin' believe I would do some checking around, Donald.
End of story.
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