Shorty Sang
…One day he needed twenty-five cents to buy his lunch.
“Just watch me get a quarter from the first white man I see,”
he told me as I stood in the elevator that morning.
A white man who
worked in the building stepped into the elevator and waited to be lifted to his
floor. Shorty sang in a low mumble,
smiling, rolling his eyes, looking at the white man roguishly.
“I’m hungry,
Mister White Man. I need a quarter for
lunch.”
The white man
ignored him. Shorty, his hands on the controls of the elevator, sang again:
“I ain’t gonna
move this damned old elevator till I get a quarter, Mister White Man.”
“The hell with
you, Shorty,” the white man said, ignoring him and chewing on his black cigar.
“I’m hungry,
Mister White Man. I’m dying for a
quarter,” Shorty sang, drooling, drawling, humming his words.
“If you don’t
take me to my floor, you will die,” the white man said, smiling a little for
the first time.
“But this black
sonofabitch sure needs a quarter,” Shorty sang, grimacing, clowning, ignoring
the white man’s threat.
“Come on, you
black bastard, I got to work,” the white man said, intrigued by the element of
sadism involved, enjoying it.
“It’ll cost you
twenty-five cents, Mister White Man; just a quarter, just two bits,” Shorty
moaned.
There was
silence. Shorty threw the lever and the
elevator went up and stopped about five feet shy of the floor upon which the
white man worked.
“Can’t go no
more, Mister White Man, unless I get my quarter,” he said in a tone that
sounded like crying.
“what would you
do for a quarter?” the white man asked, still gazing off.
“I’ll do
anything for a quarter,” Shorty sang.
“What, for
example?” the white man asked.
Shorty giggled,
swung around, bent over and poked out his broad, fleshy ass.
“You can kick me
for a quarter,” he sang, looking impishly at the white man out of the corners
of his eyes.
The white man
laughed softly, jingled some coins in his pocket, took out one and thumped it
to the floor. Shorty stooped to pick it
up and white man barred his teeth and swung his foot into Shorty’s rump with
all the strength of his body. Shorty let
out a howling laugh that echoed up and down the elevator shaft.
“Now, open this
door, you goddamn black sonofabitch,” the white man said, smiling with tight
lips.
“Yeeeess,
siiiiir,” Shorty sang; but first he picked up the quarter and put it into his
mouth. “This monkey’s got the peanuts,”
he chortled.
He opened the door and the white man stepped out and
looked back at Shorty as he went toward his office.
“You’re all
right, Shorty, you sonofabitch,” he said.
“I know it!”
Shorty screamed, then let his voice trail off in a gale of wild laughter.
I witnessed this
scene or its variant at least a score of times and I felt no anger or hatrd,
only disgust and loathing. Once I asked
him:
“How in God’s
name can you do that?”
“I needed a
quarter and I got it,” he said soberly, proudly.
“But a quarter
can’t pay you for what he did to you,” I
said.
“Listen, nigger,”
he said to me, “my ass is tough and quarters is scarce.”
I never
discussed the subject with him after that.
~Richard Wright, Black
Boy
A 1ne 2wo, A 1one 2wo.
"...tryna find our spot up on that light
light up in that spot
knowin' that we can rock
doin the hole-in-the-wall spot
this shit here- must stop
like freeze,
we makin' the crowd move
but we not makin' no Gs
and that's a no-no."
~Andre
light up in that spot
knowin' that we can rock
doin the hole-in-the-wall spot
this shit here- must stop
like freeze,
we makin' the crowd move
but we not makin' no Gs
and that's a no-no."
~Andre
Pits & Mires
"...mind is a pit of different information
microphone is on so i cause communication
bogle at the the party then you got the bogle-ation..."
"...we have no time to wallow in the mire."
(smile).
~Tribe
microphone is on so i cause communication
bogle at the the party then you got the bogle-ation..."
"...we have no time to wallow in the mire."
(smile).
~Tribe
LAST TOURS OF THE YEAR - Hidden History of Black Boston Tours
WHO IS THIS SISTER? What fight did black Bostonians support her in (1897)?
This Saturday: 10am or 2pm.
This Sunday: 10am or 2pm.
Last tours of the year (smile).
We leave from the corner of Warren St. / Walnut Ave.
Come join the discussion & liberation education.
Have you seen the Slave Quarters? What connects the Ikem or 'shield' dance to the lives that the African captives experienced there?
Where in Boston? We will see this court house building on the tour that was surrounded by enormous chains to keep our Boston RACE MEN from breaking out a captured 'fugitive slave' (a brother) in 1851.
Where in Boston?
We will visit this "Negro Town" that was re-moved (2nd black community removal) to the South End. More, we will discuss modern versions of 'planned' removals.
COME FIND OUT ON THE TOUR.
What are the symbols on this jar? What is in the Jar? What does that have to do with African people and their experience in BEANTOWN?
Come. Find out on the Hidden History of Black Boston Tours THIS WEEKEND.
Where in Boston? What and why are these Black Folks protesting? Hint: Hollywood's first block buster was an epic in racist propaganda.
Come find out what is going on in OURSTORY. THIS WEEKEND.
Who is this? And Where in Boston? Hint: she was named after the slaver she was transported on from the Gambia which landed in Boston nearabouts today's paifang (red arch) at the entrance to china town. Learn more with us Come. Find out on the Hidden History of Black Boston Tours THIS WEEKEND.
This Saturday: 10am or 2pm.
This Sunday: 10am or 2pm.
Last tours of the year (smile).
We leave from the corner of Warren St. / Walnut Ave.
Come join the discussion & liberation education.
Have you seen the Slave Quarters? What connects the Ikem or 'shield' dance to the lives that the African captives experienced there?
Where in Boston? We will see this court house building on the tour that was surrounded by enormous chains to keep our Boston RACE MEN from breaking out a captured 'fugitive slave' (a brother) in 1851.
Where in Boston?
We will visit this "Negro Town" that was re-moved (2nd black community removal) to the South End. More, we will discuss modern versions of 'planned' removals.
COME FIND OUT ON THE TOUR.
What are the symbols on this jar? What is in the Jar? What does that have to do with African people and their experience in BEANTOWN?
Come. Find out on the Hidden History of Black Boston Tours THIS WEEKEND.
Where in Boston? What and why are these Black Folks protesting? Hint: Hollywood's first block buster was an epic in racist propaganda.
Come find out what is going on in OURSTORY. THIS WEEKEND.
Who is this? And Where in Boston? Hint: she was named after the slaver she was transported on from the Gambia which landed in Boston nearabouts today's paifang (red arch) at the entrance to china town. Learn more with us Come. Find out on the Hidden History of Black Boston Tours THIS WEEKEND.
Old Phyllis
"Old Phyllis, the slave
Was of African birth,
And she died long ago, long ago,
And her last sad request,
As she passed to her rest,
Was lay me at old Massa's feet."
(uh huh.)
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