quote:Originally posted by Shango67:quote:Originally posted by Frenchy:quote:Originally posted by Shango67:
What the fuck do Black folks look like hosting a cotillion?
I'd never heard of this organization until reading the book "Our Kind of People." Very interesting.
It was truly a sad sight to see. To this day, any discussions about Jack and Jill in my family usually ends up in fist to cuffs. My cousins loved it - of course they all act like Carlton Banks from The Fresh Prince of Bell Air. My mother stopped forcing me to go to Jack and Jill after I called her a white negro for sending me. I caught a real azz whippin' that day, but I won the battle. I am not mad at her... she was raised as a Catholic who went to Latin mass, listened to recordings of the "Sound of Music," and worshiped the Queen of England (as do many people from the Caribbean). She was an English teacher and whenever I said, "Hey ma! Where's my bike at? She responded, "At the end of that preposition.
Black identity in the west is confounding
Off topic, but what is blackness to yall?