I was born in 78, age 37
nah I'm one of the stylin and profiling older heads... (keeps paperwork just in case)I went ahead and pre approved you breh. Just sign the bottom and we'll take care of the rest.
We need to bring shame back. Hard core shame. One of the side effects of our feminized black culture is we feel like we have to coddle the weak and build them up. I contest that weakness should be shamed. nikka 40+ living with mom, no job, smoking weed and drinking all day, he should be clowned mercilessly. The only p*ssy he should get should be 280+ lbs. Even the kids should look at him with disgust. That's the only way to motivate men. We thrive off competition. Ladies gotta do their part too. You can clown a "lame" with a good head on his shoulders but no such words for the nikka who hustles all day and night for the equivalent of 2-$300 a week and doesn't even help the mother he lives with or the kids in the street he made, but will buy a MK bag to get in them draws. This whole kumbaya shyt been messing us up for years.
My father's story has many parallels, but in the end, he knew what time it was (he had help too. His mother and grandmother would have gotten in his shyt).
My father almost got caught up doing what the dummies did. Was with some friends who he was skipping school with that day while they were doing dirt... got arrested and had to be picked up. Luckily, he got out of that incident, but sitting in a cell with real criminals changed him (or at least slowed him down). His senior year, he had a D average GPA due to skipping with his friends to go get high everyday. After being locked up, he got his shyt together and graduated, then entered the Air Force. That didn't work out because he had gotten a serious injury which caused him to be medically discharged, but for the most part, he had his priorities straight since(He quit smoking weed after an I'm famous incident in college where he got so high, that he ate himself out of house and home one night. My mom cooked the whole refrigerator. Lol)
They conceived me in late February(either on my mom's birthday or the day after)and I was born 9 months, to the day, later. I was born in a hospital in SE Missouri, where my mom is from and where I lived at for the first 2 months of my life. My father brought us to Oklahoma in December of 82 (After that shotgun wedding, which is another story). My pops first job after college was a local grocery story that paid something like 4.00/hr. We live in a duplex on the north side of town right by the military base(artillery guns and military aircraft sounding off were common). My father kept that struggle job for 3 years, getting denied for food stamps because he made $5.00 too much, until our local Goodyear plant called him in for an interview. He got the interview because my great uncle was a famous local football player.
He landed that job in November of 85 and has been working out there ever since, raising me and my sister, and still married to my mother after 32 years (33 in December).
I laugh at this thread (and previous ones of its ilk)because I cannot relate to the generalization of what is perceived as the "common" broken black household of the crack era. I also laugh because people were calling out, specifically, black men born at the trail end of Generation X, leading into Gen Y(1980-82). We're the last generation of black men that know what a functional black family looks like.... and most of us are in our 30's, single and without any children, wondering what the hell has happened to black women and why are they so off the chain?
So.........
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End rant.
My father's story has many parallels, but in the end, he knew what time it was (he had help too. His mother and grandmother would have gotten in his shyt).
My father almost got caught up doing what the dummies did. Was with some friends who he was skipping school with that day while they were doing dirt... got arrested and had to be picked up. Luckily, he got out of that incident, but sitting in a cell with real criminals changed him (or at least slowed him down). His senior year, he had a D average GPA due to skipping with his friends to go get high everyday. After being locked up, he got his shyt together and graduated, then entered the Air Force. That didn't work out because he had gotten a serious injury which caused him to be medically discharged, but for the most part, he had his priorities straight since(He quit smoking weed after an I'm famous incident in college where he got so high, that he ate himself out of house and home one night. My mom cooked the whole refrigerator. Lol)
They conceived me in late February(either on my mom's birthday or the day after)and I was born 9 months, to the day, later. I was born in a hospital in SE Missouri, where my mom is from and where I lived at for the first 2 months of my life. My father brought us to Oklahoma in December of 82 (After that shotgun wedding, which is another story). My pops first job after college was a local grocery story that paid something like 4.00/hr. We live in a duplex on the north side of town right by the military base(artillery guns and military aircraft sounding off were common). My father kept that struggle job for 3 years, getting denied for food stamps because he made $5.00 too much, until our local Goodyear plant called him in for an interview. He got the interview because my great uncle was a famous local football player.
He landed that job in November of 85 and has been working out there ever since, raising me and my sister, and still married to my mother after 32 years (33 in December).
I laugh at this thread (and previous ones of its ilk)because I cannot relate to the generalization of what is perceived as the "common" broken black household of the crack era. I also laugh because people were calling out, specifically, black men born at the trail end of Generation X, leading into Gen Y(1980-82). We're the last generation of black men that know what a functional black family looks like.... and most of us are in our 30's, single and without any children, wondering what the hell has happened to black women and why are they so off the chain?
So.........
?
End rant.
nah I'm one of the stylin and profiling older heads... (keeps paperwork just in case)
Word that's who I was referring too , Baby boomers kind of looking funny in the light because they were alive (atleast the early baby boomers) to witness some of the most prolific figures in black history and didn't retain none of the information they provided or take the imitative to make sure their people as a whole prosper economically when Malcolm X basically gave them the blueprint , that shyt boggles my mind truthfully ..
Generation X nikkas
Damn, I don't understand why the black community dropped the ball so hard right after civil rights movement. It's like they wanted their lives focused all on fun and drinking when their parents sacrificed so much.
True but lets not downplay the selling of black businesses negative effect in all of this.To be fair, there were plenty of institutional and social movements and activities that doubled down on the black community following the Civil Rights Movement: the racially driven war on drugs, the feminist movement, the Vietnam War, the introduction and sustenance of the welfare program/government assistance, the privatization of the prison industrial complex, the b*stardization of black music, gentrification....
True but lets not downplay the selling of black businesses negative effect in all of this.
Yes but the sale of black businesses added onto whatever negative effects that those elements already put on us because it was us taking off our armor while getting hit.Understood but the aforementioned elements were conducive to the loss of capital, businesses, etc.
You are definitely not lying. I see this A LOT. Many black people that I know do not think about leaving something of worth behind for future generations to come.