This is my answer.
“That’s a pretty strange question. I don’t have my conversations with black people segregated in my mind, compartmentalized. I’ve had meaningful conversations with lots of people which have shaped who I am today, and I imagine that, statistically, they run the gamut of how you, in the media, like to divide people up.”
That’s not what Hillary said.
She called her black friends “her crew.”
Then she said they tried to expand her musical tastes. !!!!!!!!!
That’s MEANINGFUL. That’s what the colored offer us white folk.
What the hail?
“So now, I hate Rap music”.
“segregated”: nice touch, Fur!
Now?
Expanded her musical tastes? She’s Navin R Johnson in reverse? She moved on from montovani.
Why don’t you favor us with a negro spiritual soul sistah.
Also, she hesitated when she realized she was in the middle of the old cliche “one of my best friends from college was an African American.”
What she was actually thinking was some of her most loyal servants have been African American.
Me: “Tote that bale”
Him: “Yes, Massa”
I don’t know how meaningful it was, but it got the bale toted.”
Did she break out the hot sauce she carries in her handbag too?
At least she didn’t tell them it was when Hank Johnson warned her not to shop at Walmart because it might tip over.
It’s always enlightening to broaden your musical horizons.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l6AlQgq9MRE
That would be the conversation she had with Loretta Lynch and Hussein 0bama about saving her criminal ass from the FBI.
Not racisssssss?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DM4-r4pN1PY
When asked about my African-American friends I would have said, “I don’t know any, but I do have some black friends.”
“You are under arrest.”
Had that conversation a whole buncha times.
The 2 best movies that Cleavon Little were in were Blazing Saddles and Vanishing Point where he played the blind DJ subliminally urging Kowalski over the radio to drive his Dodge Challenger like a bat out of Hell. Both are great movies which couldn’t be redone nowadays.
She could have repeated the colossal bull$hit story her rapist husband used to tell about getting off the train in NYC at 125th St to “stroll through Harlem” when he was a young man.
He used to purposely get off at 125th St in NYC pre-Guiliani? Yeah… right.
She could have said “do I want fries with that?” is not exactly a meaningful conversation.
Who makes the best fried chicken, no doubt.
OK, I denounce myself already.
Hillary’s next book:
It Takes An African Village
Sure – she really gets into the Pablo Toto song, “I won’t cum in your mouth”.
Back in the 60’s my dad’s best buddy at work was black. 4 black families
in the whole county. His daughter was stunningly beautiful way out of my league.
but I figure, dad’s buddy I’m in like flint.
Nope he tells me blacks should date blacks. You lose. Crap.
She ends up married to a cop with my last name. Damn. But black.
In the 80’s I find out they run the county Republican Party.
They run for office on the republican ticket.
Also they are upper middle class now. My family? Not so much.
kevin merida, editor at espn’s new show “the undefeated” asked lyin hill that question. he is also co editor at wapo. his wife and he are considered a very powerful black couple in dc, according to some ranking report.
if you want a good laugh, go to espn website “the undefeated”. it features a culture story on barry THE AGING ATHELETE….from basketball to golf…
LBS – or She Tokens an African Village.
Mine:
Thursday, January 6, 1994. Five days after my dad died; same day Nancy Kerrigan’s knee got whacked. I’m leaving the Ditmas Avenue IND elevated subway station on Brooklyn. When I get down to the foot of the stairs, a Dindoo Nuffin pulls a knife on me.
“Give me your purse.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I have a knife.”
I bellow, “WRONG ANSWER, ASSHOLE!” and slug him with all my might using my overstuffed tote bag. Schmuck folds like an accordion, falls into gutter, out cold, where I leave him for dead.
My second-most significant conversation with a shvartzer:
As I’m walking away from Dindoo Nuffin #1 in the gutter, Dindoo Nuffin #2 comes up to me: “Aren’t you gonna call him an ambulance? He’s out cold.”
“Okay, schmuck, he’s an ambulance! Happy now?”
Some shit about helping a brother in need.
“Look, jerkoff, my brother, as you call him, wanted to kill me. YOU call the ambulance.”
THE END
@yonkers… heh heh heh love that stuff!
I was sitting alone in a buffet restaurant shortly after I moved to a large NE Ohio city from the Appalachian hills. Possibly sensing my loneliness, a man my age looked over and smiled and said, “I really like the chicken here.” I was gnawing on a bird bone at the time. I said, “Yeah, it’s pretty good.” We both smiled and returned to noshing.
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Driving to work one hot summer evening through a rough part of a large NE Ohio city, I passed a van stranded on the side of a street. In it was an older lady who looked worried. A block or so down the street I passed an older man carrying a gas can. I stopped, asked him if he wanted a lift to the gas station (about 5 blocks down). He got in.
At the gas station he thanked me and wished me a fine evening. I told him I’d wait and take him back to his van and his worried lady. On the way back with the filled gas can we talked about faith, recovery, friends. When I let him out, he thanked me again and said he’d pay the favor forward. I’ll never forget Billy. His wife and he were very grateful.
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I don’t mention the men’s race, because that doesn’t matter.