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A WARM PLACE TO SHIT AND GOOD SEX (EARL BUTZ):

July 5, 2013

WHITE AMERICA’S IGNORANCE OF A BLACK CULTURAL PSYCHOLOGY

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A ROUGH OUTLINE OF THE SOUL OF BLACK FOLK

SOME CHARACTERISTICS:

A greater tolerance of sexually explicit mental images-as opposed to latent panic traditionally felt by the WASP.

A greater tolerance for the sexual nature of people.

-A greater tolerance as understanding for moral weakness in all people-and not the steeled rigidness as absolute of the WASP.

A cultural understanding for the need of enjoyment in life-as part of life itself-of enjoyment as elation that traditional WASP cultural has always formally denied itself.

A deeper value in Black culture of individuals as opposed to the superficiality in an emotional sense the WASP uses to protect him/herself with in situations of social engagement.

As a result, a sense of need of the emotional reality of family as value has held out against broader technological and cultural shifts much longer than it has in the WASP’s world within the historical evolution of contemporary American society.

General tendency to fall back, to some extent, on these characteristics as a source of vague cultural identity in opposition to the White world of power and its WASP soul-and in this way, black society itself stays out of the way of the white man and takes a secret-and perhaps partly subconscious-position of subtle protest and defiance, especially given that the option of insurrection through violence of even an intellectual nature does not really exist.

EXHIBIT DOCUMENTS:

1) Weekend Glory

Some clichty folks
don’t know the facts,
posin’ and preenin’
and puttin’ on acts,
stretchin’ their backs.

They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can’t afford,
ridin’ around town
actin’ bored.

If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.

My job at the plant
ain’t the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self’s sake,
so I don’t have to pick
and I don’t have to rake.

Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl’s house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.

Folks write about me.
They just can’t see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.

They accuse me of livin’
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin’?
So are they.

My life ain’t heaven
but it sure ain’t hell.
I’m not on top
but I call it swell
if I’m able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.

-Maya Angelou

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2) From Bad Santa (2003)

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