I was 6 years old in 1965.
I lived, dirt poor, in Supply, North Carolina.
I'm talking old school frontier Brunswick County swamp land.
The mosquitoes are the size of Bumble Bees with a bite like a bullet!
I lived with my mother and her parents in a house build by granddad.
The house had only recently been connected to electricity.
There was no sewer system -- only septic tanks.
Running water came from an electric pump in a hand dug well!
My granddad was a hard working, hard living, tough as steel black man.
He was a South Carolina "Black" Geechie brick.
I still believe, if he were alive today, that he could bend a river.
He made a living Pulp Wooding, alone, in the swamp woods!
His house sat back 50 yards from the road in a clearing in the woods.
Across the street, back about the same distance, was the neighbor's house.
They were white, they had three children and they hated us.
Their hatred manifested itself through the actions of their children.
The first time I heard the word Nigger must have come from the children.
They were all older than me, but never directly physically interacted with me.
It seemed that every time I went outside to play in the front yard...
They would come out, every day, and yell at me... chanting this word:
NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER!
NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER NIGGER!
NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER!
NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER!
Sometimes, my mother or grandmother would come get me and take me inside.
I distinctly remember wondering why they were so upset.
When my granddad was home he would make me play outside.
Regardless of the chanting, I preferred to play out in the dirt picking at ant lions!
How long did these actions take place?
I cannot remember when, or if, the chanting ever stopped.
I was soon off to school -- where I was called NIGGER boy by a few teachers.
What... that was the normal way it was in that part of America!
The chanting did continue from across the street.
Eventually, my mother moved away from my granddad's house.
So, I faced the verbal Nigger attacks from other fronts.
And, never to my surprise, the word NIGGER is as strong today as in 1965!
All that to say this...
White people and the word NIGGER is one big cluster fuck hypocrisy!
It is white people who gasp and contort when someone else says the word...
Even if they were the kids across the street in 1965 calling me NIGGER!
Say the word, white people!
You invented the word... what the fuck?
Those of you who protest the most...
Your guilt from calling me NIGGER will never fade away... accept it!
My granddad would tell me,
"Just ignore those Crackers, boy!"
And I did, for as long as I could...
But white people and their hypocrisy sucks the NIGGER right back into the open.
Tarantino's use of the word NIGGER is in proper context.
It is mostly other white people who bastardize the context.
Go on and accept the reality, white person...
You just wish you could pull off the use of the word like Tarantino!
I own my word NIGGER!
I earned the right to own my slave word!
My ears survived the racist verbal assaults throughout my lifetime!
And, I will never succumb to "The Hypocrisy Around The Word Nigger!"
RLJ
