INGLEDWOOD BBQ/ BLACK PEOPLE

Recently I survived what many may not; I ate “soul food” with a bunch of black people in Inglewood. I will say black person/people because when I was a kid on the news or whatever people were black, not African American. I think most people that are black would not even want to go to Africa. I would like to but that is beside the point. Anyway I could care less if someone called me a white guy, maybe peach color would make more sense but I think calling someone black is still okay even thought media is trying to spin this “African American” thing.

You know Brazil has the largest collection of slave descendants, so in turn should someone from Brazil that is black be called a “Brazilian African American”. I think they would get really tired of that. I know I would get tired of being called a “ European American from Ireland, Germany, France, England, Wales, etc. My great grandfather was a double agent for, get this. France and the US during WWI. I don’t get made if someone talks shit on France, the French are dicks. So by that defining statement I will refer to an “African American” as black. Unless one is around. Anyway back to the gang party.

It was a friend’s birthday party and after a few hours of “stacking” and crip walking we ate. Let me tell you as my first genuine experience with a large family of African descent (see it’s bothersome, I could have summed it up in one word) they know how to cook. Is that a stereotype? Why would something good be a negative stereotype? Like all Asians are smart? I know it’s not true but why would they care about the misconception. All Irish-German mixes have giant penises, grr I would be really upset if people believed that on a major scale. So the food, fucking pork like you wouldn’t believe and Salmon like I have never had in my life. Not to mentioneveryone gets together and is friendly. Maybe it’s cause Irish Catholic’s eat their own alcoholic young, but being black or any other “minority” does have one thing that whites don’t. Families like each other.

Have you ever seen a Mexican party at a park that doesn’t have like 45 people there. Also white peopledon’t take naps in public places. I think it’s probably cause they think the minorities will steal shit while they asleep, but regardless. I never see crackers napping in parks.There was legit dancing at the party, and as I representative from the white race, I think I did a horrific job dancing in front of everyone. It was a Hula lesson, but I couldn’t even do that right. I must have looked like the Tin man on ice. I busted out involuntary arm movements that probably made me look like I had MS or something.

Asians, aren’t the hottest dancers as I found out the hard way. The night ended with good cake, both white and chocolate; tolerance, cool. I was totally intolerant of the racial mixing of the cakes. I like chocolate cake, but I like white cake even better. See it’s still called white cake, but I don’t think they ever called it black cake. Anyway the cake was good. Black people are tight.