"That doesn't bother you?"
"What?" he asked, bouncing a basketball on the crowded sidewalk downtown, waiting for the traffic-light to change.
"Being surrounded by millions of people speaking a language that you don't understand?"
"Long as I don't know what they saying, it don't bother me."
"They might be standing next to you talking about taking your head off."
For a moment he looked a little dumber, as if he didn't know what to say. Then, still bouncing the basketball, he mumbled: "It ain't in my black culture -- English is my language."
Maybe if some Spanish were written on a basketball he could bounce some of it into his brain. Yeah, what brain. English was his language . . . millions of CARBON-COPIES said that out of their slavepen mentalities. Could'n ever have entered their meek, common-as-dirt mind -- whether they speak English, Spanish, French, or Portuguese -- that they were living their one life on Earth as nothing but cheap imitations of white men and white women, and parroting, "We's all equal."
Can't conceive of speaking an Afrikan language in their "black" culture. Just as they came out of the slavepens is how they've remained. Still the white man's burden after over a hundred years.
His "English," his "black" culture. You knew the moment you entered a Vietnamese or Korean or Chinese or Japanese or Euro-American or mestizo community. The language of their respective culture was on their stores, shops, restaurants, theaters, clubs, places of entertainment.
Never saw an Afrikan American community. See many cheap imitations of Euro-American communities called Afrikan American communities. Have no businesses or places of entertainment. Euro-Americans, Asians, and mestizos entertain their own people in their own communities.
Over 35 million CARBON-COPIES, but without the Euro-American communities and their places of entertainment CARBON-COPY entertiners would have no place to entertain, and would disappear.
Bubba-culture.
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