"Let's go," Bubba said"
"Where?"
"Downtown," he said.
"For what?"
"So white folks will notice us."
"What . . ! How we gonna steal sump'um if we want people looking at us . . ?"
"They try to pretend we don't exist -- that's why I wear my britches low, showing my behind --"
"You profiling yourself, Bubba."
"But that'll show'em um hin'r . . ."
"That's like business people retailing a product, like going in a fast-food place and they playing that music of some brother or sister screaming and whining for somebody to love 'em -- I have to get the hell outta there quick, fast, and in a hurry. You wanna be like that music?"
"Whatever um is, um is what um is."
"No wonder other people are noted for their business community, their unique language, food, and customs; we wanna be noticed for how we wear our britches, profiling ourselves."
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