white people.
This is a motto I must continually chant. At present I’m working on some folk music collected during the late 40’s, 50’s and early 60’s. Many may know that those time periods were NOT racially liberated decades.
I’ve been working with this music all summer and I finally found some reels with black folks so I decided to screw “the man” < --i'll probably get tons of web hits for that---> and just record my people for the rest of the summer.
A hitch was thrown in my giddy a moment ago. I’m still recording my people but they had a white man singing on the reel as well and it was a really racially insensitive story. I’ve heard those words before in numerous songs but I guess my discomfort was amplified because I’d let down my guard. I just got done listening to at least 7 songs straight of some good ole blues and then here comes this man singing about my people in the worst way.
Then it became skraight up anger because i know they were in the company of some black folks that they were calling these names.
*le sigh*
I love white people.
I love white people.
I love all people.
In the words of my cousin who has had an ESPECIALLY hard day dealing with the caucasians “Killing is wrong…right?”
Serenity
