yes i am
grew up dirt poor living on farms, stepdad was a farm hand. quite often the only food we had was polk greens, morels, squirrel, deer, and rabbit. made most of our money some years by cutting what are called "pecker poles" for the local palette mill. a "pecker pole" is a pine tree with a diameter between 6 inches and 1 foot. depending on how many orders the palette company had, they would pay between 50 cents and 2 dollars a pole. it is hard work, but you do what you have to. i can remember going out with the old bastard to cut down pecker poles in the summer, sweating my ass off, 8 years old swinging a short machete trimming branches off pecker poles.
****** was a pretty common word where i grew up, not because there were a lot of blacks, but for some reason backwoods hillbillies love the word. i joined the navy at age 18 and was surprised by the fact that black people werent all welfare cases. then i made freinds with a few, and ended up loaning my bronco II to one guy, he brought it back missing parts. found out later his roomate at his apartment off base had the same model and all that ****** wanted to do was steal my parts. another ****** that i thought was a friend stole my laptop computer, a tandy 1500 hd laptop, back in 1992 when an XT laptop was still top-of-the-line
there are black people, and there are ******s
i can understand that some blacks grow up in areas of extreme racism and get more than a little pissed off. so how much of that is my doing? zero.
black people, i admire you for having the balls to stand up and be job-having responsible people in a society which used to consider you as personal property, in an atmosphere where pintless racial hatred still exists to some extent
******s, FUCK OFF
