I believe that the 80's and 90's were the best time to grow up.
Parents still had power when it came to their children. I had to be either in the house or on my stoop when the street lights came on. And if I wasn't..all my Moms had to do was stick her head out of the Window and call my name and I came running.
Video games were still innocent. Who remembers Galaga, Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Frogger or Dig Dug?
I would catch the bus to the Mall every Saturday and stay all day in the Arcade;only coming out to go to Chic Fila and hawk at some girls in the food court.
I remember house parties in the basements of my friends houses where we would slow dance with the neighborhood girls off of Prince, Ready for the World, Sade, Guy and Jodeci.
But if I was asked about it later..of course "I hit that."
I remember having dance battles on the sidewalks with a bunch of cardboard we took from the back of Kmart.
I remember sitting out on the stoop during the summer and talking about how Mike Tyson was a better fighter than Muhammad Ali.
I remember after school fights in the parking lot across from the school. No one got shot. Just a little bit of walking in circles talking shit, goofy and wild swings, some tussling and the teachers would come running across the street to break it up.
I remember $1 dance parties at the Rec Center.
I remember going to the corner store with $10 of my Moms food stamps just to get some candy so I would get enough change back to get in the dance, the bus ride to the Center and enough for a perch plate after the dance and the bus back home.
I remember going to the $1 show at the neighborhood Theatre on Friday nights.
I remember trying to drink a whole 40 ounce in between classes.
I remember throwing up in class right after trying to drink a whole 40 ounce in between classes.
I remember Friday night football games and Thursday night basketball games.
I remember Martin, Def Comedy Jam and In Living Color.
I remember cutting the symbols off of old IZOD shirts and having my Grams sew them on new shirts she got me from Family Dollar.
I remember Member's Only Jackets and Cross Colors.
I remember the epic battles between Michael Jordan and Reggie Miller. I remember hating Karl Malone for no other reason than he played for Utah, of all places.
I remember Yo!MTV Raps and Rap City.
But most of all I remember how simple life was then.
Bullies got dealt with. There was no "Black suicide". There was no disrespecting your elders. Going to jail was not a right of passage, it was a black mark on the family. Gangs were around sure..but it was mostly dance crews.. (At least growing up on the East coast it was anyway.)Child Molesters were in the closet and if they did venture out, they were never heard from again. Drugs were just starting to take hold of our streets, but it was "manageable" to a certain extent. And most of all...there was a certain PRIDE in our communities that does not exist now.
We were proud to be Black.
We were proud. TO. BE. BLACK. And of everything that being Black in America represented.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
My question is.....
What is the problem?
The dude is now in jail because his babies mama got Johnnie Law involved. He is facing charges on child abuse.
In my opinion this is the problem with today's society.
Let me tell y'all a little story.
A dude I used to work with told me that his neighbor came home from work early one day and caught a 19 year old boy balls deep in his 15 year old daughter. He threw the boy out of his house and then proceeded to beat the hell out of his daughter. He used a belt..but he didn't allow her to get dressed before he commenced to wail on that naked ass. He left bruises..The little girl called the White Folks..the father was arrested..and now he cannot be in HIS house at the same time as his daughter until his case goes to court. If she is home he has to be gone. So he can only come to the house he is paying for, when his daughter is at school(when she decides to go to school) or out somewhere. He has to spend money on hotel rooms or he has to be a burden on his family or friends.
And.... now the little girl has gotten bold and has been telling her mother that she can't stop her from doing what she wants to do.. and I quote..." You can't tell me shit Mama. Look what I did to Daddy. I'll make both of y'all famous."
What I don't understand is how in all the hells can today's society tell a parent that they cannot make their child obey their laws..but...if they go out and do something stupid..then that same society can make the child obey it's laws. No questions asked. You ain't got to do what Mama and Daddy or Big Mama or Pop-pop says..but if you get caught doing something that is considered "wrong' out in the streets. then ole Judge Hannah can make you do what he tells you to do.
Does that make sense to any of y'all?
In my opinion, the only thing the father did wrong was allowing the video of him being a father to his daughters be uploaded to the Internet.
I am not allowed to discipline my child, but the state can?
Is there an alternative to straight whooping your child's ass?
But in this case I think an ass whooping was justified.
I got beat with any and everything my Moms could get her hands on .. Bruises be damned. My Moms slapped the shit outta me one Sunday during church service in front of The preacher, God, the damn choir and Sister Odell because me and my sister was clowning in the "lords house". And the Preacher paused one time, looked at my Moms and then at me..and went straight back to his "can I get an Amen" bullshit. One time my father hit me in my chest so hard he made my titties touch. Simply because I told him I was grown and he needs to sit his old ass down. And the bad thing about it.. I WAS grown! I was 26 fucking years old!
And look at me now...
No jail record..No babies mama..no STDs... I am a somewhat respectable man.
All because society in the 70's and 80's did not tell a parent what they can and cannot do with their children.
Did I do what teens do? Sure I did.. But I didn't do shit to cause my parents any "real" stress. Or rather I didn't allow my self to get caught... All because I feared what the hell they might do to me if I did get caught.
Today youth does not have that fear because today's society has cut off their parents nuts and handed them to the kids.
That is the problem.
Friday, April 5, 2013
It seems that a whole bunch of fast food workers in NYC went on a "strike" the other day to protest their low wages.
They are demanding that the fast food giants pay them more money.
I have a problem with that.
1. Fast food is a low skill..anybody can do it job. It does not take a Doctorate degree to say "Welcome to blah blah.. May I take your order?" You get what you pay for.
2. Fast food should be a stepping stone for a kid in high school or college or a person that needs a job; like right now. A person should not strive to be a burger flipper for 30 years. Unless you are striving to own or manage the place.
3.No one is forcing these grown ass people to work in a low wage job. For YEARS... They made that decision. If you are unsatisfied with what you are doing; then change what you are doing.
4. If you have worked for Joe Blows fast food for...say 5 years... and you only got promoted to fries last week..then, son, that says an awful lot about you.
5. If you know that the money you are making is not enough to provide for your needs, then that is on you to do something to improve your situation. It is not the "restaurants".. I use that term loosely... responsibility to give you a raise if you do nothing to earn that raise.
No one owes any of us anything that we did not work to get. If I don't put the work in..then why should my place of employment reward me with more money?
This is the problem I have... This generation of people expect everything to just be handed to them. This is exactly the problem I have with my new private...the one in the post before this.. He thought that his lights and water and all that shit should be already on for him whenever he moves into his apartment. Just.. "OK..we have been waiting on you your highness. Just flip the switch Sir. It is our pleasure to light the darkness for you!"
You are striking for what? Are you being mistreated? Are you in a union? You don't have enough money for that NBA 5K game? What?
Hell.. I worked at McDonald's, KFC, Wendy's and a few fly by night taco joints while I was in High School. And in all of them, before I left for bigger and greener pastures.. I had more responsibility with my job than I had whenever I started. I took it upon myself to learn all I could. I knew I would not be working there for long, I always knew that I was bigger than the Golden Arches..but while I was there I earned my money. And I was rewarded.
These kids today?
Alls I'm saying is..
I wish my son would.