Break-up & Never Make-up: The Racist Plan for Black Couples
Today, my black male partner, Sonny, and I decided to splurge on some gourmet coffee before heading out to the beach. As of about two weeks ago, we would try to enjoy our coffee at a particular local coffee house— find a plush chair to read or a table to play chess— which Sonny wins 19 out of 20 times (I trounce him in scrabble).
Anyway, today was the third time I waited outside while Sonny purchased our drinks. And, the third time was a charm. Upon handing me my drink, Sonny reported that the tone and behavior of the white female baristas and white male owner were the most courteous of all the times we have patronized the place. Clearly, the white persons involved are pleased with the new equilibrium of Sonny and I acknowledging the refined Jim Crow arrangement. Sonny and I have a well-established history of being mistreated at this place which includes having extra shots added to drinks ordered decaffeinated; refusing to replenish water pitchers when asked until— with the staff watching—we asked white people to request the water; not being offered ceramic mugs customarily offered to white people until questioned with precision, etc. This is a consistent phenomenon everywhere Sonny and I go together. He and I are almost always treated much better by persons who are not black when we are alone than when we are together…We got the message a couple of years ago. If it’s something important to our survival, we know to not show up together.
Black coupling requires one functional black male and one functional black female. As said before in my post on Michael Jackson, “White Supremacists (Racists) do not promote black males attempting to be men. As Neely Fuller has said, there are only THREE CHOICES offered to a black male: a boy, a wild animal that entertains when not caged, and/or a pretend female.” For doubters, maybe this will help. I really hope the magazine pictures and captions are self-explanatory because having to narrate and explain further would be torture for me.
* Note: in this May 2010 issue of BUST, there is a testimony about how Elvis Presley was a “lousy lay” with a disappointing phallus.