Nigga Pass the Cracka ~The Song of the Souf

When the Europeans brought Slaves to America, from Africa, it was only a reflection of the time in which they lived. Africa sold slaves in those barbaric times and America bought them.

President Lincoln freed the slaves out of fear. Lincoln was losing the war and needed men and fast. His freeing of the slaves won his war effort so in a way, the Black man saved what we know to be, the United States of America.

The Slaves were free to live their lives but many Whites at that time still saw these men and women as animals, slaves, or just a lower class. These horrific times would last as long as the sixties where a new age of thinking would rear its head. Protests and fighting would help in the struggles for the black man to be seen as equal to any man.

The Blacks now teaming with some liberal Whites fought segregation tooth and nail and won. Today, although there are many old school whites and Blacks still thinking in such a way that their ancestors did so many years ago, we have finally reached equality laughing at those who still see things in black and white.

We live in harmony and for a few that are fighting the fight of yesteryear; they are still living in the past. Blacks and whites have come a long way but their are still small battles but for the most part of life, we see each other as men and women nothing more. The following is a story I had written in 1972 to try and make the boneheads still living in the past see that there caveman mentality is not welcome in today’s society.

The older white man sits on his front porch rocking himself to sleep. His name is Harry, Harry Conklin. He has been living in that house his grand paw built since he was a small child. His Grandfather had servants helping out, usually blacks, it was the times.

The south is a warmer climate but not to dry this time of year. His eyes almost shut as he sucked on a piece of straw; Harry hears a car pull over to the curb in front of his home. Harry watched as an older black man steps out of the car and opens the hood. “Damn, overheating.” The man walks up to Harry’s porch and asks to use his water hose. Harry seems to ignore the man in need pretending he was sleeping.

“Did you hear me, I asked to use your hose, please sir, my car, it’s overheating and…”

“I heard you boy, my water hose tends to bebroken for some reason or another.”

“Please Mr. I only need some water and I will be on my way. A small bucket will do. I am not looking for trouble”

“I guess you’re the one with the hearing problem nigger, now git before I do something you will regret”

The tired old black man stood and waited a second, he started to turn and walk away but something made him turn and face Harry again.

“Listen, Mr. This is your house, and you can give me the water or you can not, thats your right. I need to get out of this god forsaken place, but you have no right. I let it pass when you called me boy, I guess that’s the way around these parts, but you have no right to call me nigger. I am a man, same as you.”

“Oh, that’s right, you people can call yourselves niggers all you want but when I do it, that’s a bad thing. Oh get out of here and take that junk heap with you. The water hole is closed but lets get one thing straight, you aint no man, you an animal so go find a watering hole somewheres else.”

“Oh, no you don’t. We call ourselves nigger to remind us how stupid that word really is. We know if we say it often enough it will lose its evil tones. Yes, we use the word nigger to remind us that we still have a ways to go, and for what, people like you who live in fear? We were brought here against our will; we were taken as slaves to do all your dirty work Yes I call my brother nigger for a different reason then you call me that word. You use it to degrade me and I am a man just as you are a man. No, you can’t call me nigger, you haven’t earned that right, and you will never earn that right until you walked a mile in my shoes. Seen what I have seen, the likes of your kind. No mister, you keep your precious water, I will manage without the likes of you. Nigger, No sir, you just aint got the right. I am not ignorant, just a man in this world just as you trying to do what’s right. I know you will never be able to understand this but you and your kind are the true niggers of this world.”

“You people just like to cause trouble. You come here into my neighborhood asking me for things? Go burn down your towns, you people love to do that. Animals, just animals, that’s all you are. Making babies and leaving, thats all you do.”

“You call me animal, and yet I have to laugh. I went to school and I work a job. My momma, God rest her blessed soul, worked two jobs so I can get educated. I made something out of my life. I know how to treat my neighbors but as long as I live, something inside of me still feels the need to call you sir. I reapect all people and I can see you are no different then me even if you can’t.”

“Sure you do, you are a hate monger, a militant, a trouble maker, just like the rest of you animals.”

“No sir, I am a Doctor, at a big city hospital. I make more money in a week then you will ever see in your lifetime. I cure people, all people, of all walks of life. I don’t turn any man away because his skin is different then my skin. No sir, you keep your water, and your life. People like you are a dying breed. I can’t stand the sight of you. My car is cooled down enough, I’ll be going now, and trust me, a pleasure this was not. I’ll get water someplace else and you sir have a nice day.”

The man turns and walks away. He reaches for the door handle of his car and a single shot rings out. Harry with a smoking rifle in his hand just watches as the man fumble with the door handle then falls to the ground. Harry runs over to the man and places his wallet in the mans hand and tossed his watch and some money around the lifeless body.

A neighbor walks out on his porch and says, “Harry, are you ok?” Harry replies, “Yeah, some nigger tried to rob me, I guess he didn’t know who he was dealing with did he Buck.” “No sir, Harry, we wont have any of that here, so sir.” Buck hollared.

The man lying in a pool of his own blood opens his eyes and with his last breath says, “I knew, I knew exactly who I was dealing with.” Then he closes his eyes drawing his last breath.

The sheriff happens by and sees the back man lying on the ground shot dead. He turns to the old Harry and asked what had happened. Harry tells him his tale of lies, and starts to head back up his stairs as if he did a public service for his community. Just then he clutches his heart and falls to the ground.

The sheriff ran to his aid and sees that the man is having a heart attack. He carried him to his police car and rushes him to the small hospital in town. He lays on a gurney waiting for help desperately. A doctor starts massaging the mans heart. A nurse comes over to help as they roll him into the operating room. The doctor yells, “Where is the heart specialist, I can’t save this guy I’m just a family doctor. Where the hell is Doctor, Johnson?” The nurse says, “Oh, haven’t you heard, the ambulance just rolled him in. He was shot dead.”

Harry heard what the nurse said, as he lie their dying and their was no one person educated enough to save him. “Mr. Johnson, the Heart Doctor only comes to town once a week from the big city, he did that out of the goodness of his heart, to help others. The nurse said as she made Harry comfortable. Harry seemed to be looking at the nurse but then she realizes, leans in and closes his eyes. “We lost him. she added.

We must see that there are only two types of people in the world, men and women. Color should never be an issue for that only shows where we are from not who we are. Anyone who still has issues with color is only blind by their fears and ignorance. God created all men and women the same and until we can all see this, we will always have the few that are so blind through ignorance.

Please leave a comment good or bad so we can expose the truth. What we have here is a whole lot of pride, over something that happened so long ago, and really had nothing to do with us as a people today. A wise man once said, “There is none so blind who can only see color, then those with eyes so wide open they can see the character and further the horizon for all mankind.” Caterino


Casey and Cindy~ A Fight for Control

My sister was living with my mother for five years with five kids. My mother and the children bonded and soon after they were calling her, the Grandmother, mom. My sister, although it took a while insisted that the kids stop calling her mom because she wasn’t. She finally got married to her long time boyfriend, and moved out of there and things settled down when my mother passed away.

Sometimes we need room, enough room between us so we can think straight. Casey Anthony lived with her parents. Cindy Anthony bonded with Caylee and thought of her as her own child. Now Casey was in a competition with Caylee for the love and attention from Cindy. This was like a battle for custody between the two, only they were not using a court to air their ways, they were using a small child.

George Anthony, a passive man in principal was never a factor here but indeed the only father figure in the whole Anthony picture. He was just someone who was there to pay the bills. Cindy is the strong controlling figure in competition with another strong controlling figure. When you have two control freaks under the same roof, there can only be one winner. Cindy, being older, wiser and more manipulative then Casey can ever hope to be, was winning the battle of the minds here. She was not going to let anyone take her little Caylee away from her.

Casey was going out a lot, parting, having so much fun. Grand mom was at home being a mother to Caylee. Casey comes to the realization that her mom was now Caylee’s self proclaimed mother. Caylee was even calling grandma, mom now. Casey would not have it so she started to think in revenge mode as so many control freaks do. “How can I teach my mother a lesson? She took something I loved and now I will take something she loves and I hope the end justifies the means.”

Seeing someone that loves to control, lose control is the best revenge for a control freak. Casey will act as if nothing happened, she doesn’t know anything, as she gets her enjoyment seeing her mother suffer, even if it means tying her hands for life.

Caylee was a pawn in the dangerous game of “Fight for Control” in the world of the Anthony’s. Casey is now frustrated that she has lost control over everything as her plan backfires. Her last bit of control was lost after the police found her out on her wild goose chase and her lawyers were too smart to fall for her little games. She lost her control of the media after putting on her little shows for them. She has lost everything and can’t stand to see her mother still in control of everything. No, Casey didn’t lose here, as Cindy marches on triumphantly. Who really lost in this game was little Caylee which is a shame.