As a boy I knew how to look at a white woman and what not to say. Public schooling made certain that my exposure to anglos, via the female, instilled respect for authority. And authority was usually white.
I quickly learned that there existed differences in the treatment of whites versus everybody else. I also learned that white stuff was prettier, colder, hotter, nicer, smarter and of course… more uncouth. So, taking advantage of Black folks was easy. Besides, in those days most negroes would denounce anything black before disagreeing with anything white because that in a sense was like denying their Lord. Therefore, when it came to questioning anyone resembling their lord – abuse was all good. In the negro’s mind one argument with authority could prevent entrance into heaven.
Every television minute and magazine cover seemed to bring something to the heavily melaninated mind that made self-hatred inevitable. Surprisingly, my generation has birthed children that overlook history or our story and openly admit their preference or infatuation for today’s snow bunny. Some clowns rap about anticipating little anglo girls becoming of age. Obviously, a waste of studio time. Even if it does sell. Lips, hips, and big asses on white girls are deemed more attractive to the programmed negro mind. The idea of extensions, weave, wigs or clip-ons never enter the negro’s mind, because white folks have “good hair”. And of course, negroes gladly accept less than qualified anglo women to mother and educate Black children. And even in the case of no children, negroes send out a message that suggests the Black woman is not beautiful enough, smart enough or worthy of the Black man’s love.
Sure, the anglo woman has changed anatomically and we do have a Black president, but better choices can be made in terms of love, preservation of legacy and the future of our communities. Negroes continue talks of civil rights and the movement, but it is apparent that most have trashed any inkling of familial traditions and heritage to support and love the worst of their master’s flock. This is progression? Wow! TV has done a job on us! C’mon, you can do better.
I quickly learned that there existed differences in the treatment of whites versus everybody else. I also learned that white stuff was prettier, colder, hotter, nicer, smarter and of course… more uncouth. So, taking advantage of Black folks was easy. Besides, in those days most negroes would denounce anything black before disagreeing with anything white because that in a sense was like denying their Lord. Therefore, when it came to questioning anyone resembling their lord – abuse was all good. In the negro’s mind one argument with authority could prevent entrance into heaven.
Every television minute and magazine cover seemed to bring something to the heavily melaninated mind that made self-hatred inevitable. Surprisingly, my generation has birthed children that overlook history or our story and openly admit their preference or infatuation for today’s snow bunny. Some clowns rap about anticipating little anglo girls becoming of age. Obviously, a waste of studio time. Even if it does sell. Lips, hips, and big asses on white girls are deemed more attractive to the programmed negro mind. The idea of extensions, weave, wigs or clip-ons never enter the negro’s mind, because white folks have “good hair”. And of course, negroes gladly accept less than qualified anglo women to mother and educate Black children. And even in the case of no children, negroes send out a message that suggests the Black woman is not beautiful enough, smart enough or worthy of the Black man’s love.
Sure, the anglo woman has changed anatomically and we do have a Black president, but better choices can be made in terms of love, preservation of legacy and the future of our communities. Negroes continue talks of civil rights and the movement, but it is apparent that most have trashed any inkling of familial traditions and heritage to support and love the worst of their master’s flock. This is progression? Wow! TV has done a job on us! C’mon, you can do better.
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