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Are there any? Do they exist? The closest I ever came to friendship with a black person was when I paid his wages wrong and he was decent enough to be charming about it.
Post your meaningful conversations with black people here. Indeed, if you're, in fact, black, post something meaningful so as I can converse with you.
We have lots of brown people here, does that count? :blink:
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Originally Posted by Artemis
I was working in an industrial plant that took scrap pieces of alder wood, and joined them together to make panels for high-end furniture. While there, I met a former gang member from Chicago. He had left the area wanting to get away from that life, and moved to one of the whitest areas in the country.
We got to talking between shifts, after work, etc. and ultimately decided to grab some beers after work. Our shift ended at midnight, and the bars close at two. It was just long enough to drink a couple pitchers, shoot some pool, and got to know each other. One night, he poured a little bit of his drink on the floor, and paused. He said, "You know what that's for?" I said, "Yes. That's called 'tippin'. It is for all your dead homies who can't be with us now." Surprised, he asked further. "Do you do that, too?" I responded, "No. I'm white and live here. We don't have any dead homies." We were good enough friends at the time that he didn't pound my head into pulp for making the joke. :)
The guy was about 5' 8" and about 235lbs. Built like a pitbull, and had one eye that had gotten shot out while he was walking through a public park. He was a very good guy to those he trusted. Those on the outside, didn't fair as well..
I had been promoted to a glue press machine. The 6-7 man crew had been working together for quite some time, and the guy who ran the machine had a piece of shit brother (go figure, right?) working with him. The majority of the guys were fine (a little bit of first-week hazing), but the operator's brother felt he held a position of power, and rode my ass (without any kind of actual authority) for a couple of days. While walking out of the plant, my black friend noticed I was a bit down. I mentioned that the guy had been a dick. He asked what he had said to me. That is the sum of what I said, too. I certainly wasn't expecting the kind of reaction it provoked...
My friend marched a straight line to the guy who had been hassling me. From about an inch and a half in front of this guy's face, screaming at the top of his lungs, and looking like he was ready to rip the guy's arms off and beat him to death with them. This was in front of the entire shift as it was headed out the doors. He kept screaming, "Scrape the PLATE. Scrape the PLATE. Scrape the PLATE!" The guy truly looked like he was going to cry and piss himself in front of the crowd. In an effort to get away, they guy pushed one of my friend's hands out of his face. With that, the screaming changed from "Scrape the PLATE" to "You ALL saw it. He touched me. NOW I GET TO FUCK HIM UP!!!"
Needless to say, the glue machine was considerably less hostile towards me from that day on.. :)
I'm not suggesting this is the kind of guy you'd have at every family function/wedding/Large Christmas meal, etc., but he was not a stupid man, he was a survivor. I believe his environment had a lot to do with that. I admire him fro expressing true friendship in the form of stepping up immediately (even before I knew there was a "problem".
My friend ultimately decided that he could not stand to stay away from his kids anymore. He loaded up all of a mistress' belongings (including her son) in the front of a UHaul that had not been seen in over 4 hours. The mistress came over a couple times that afternoon with no luck.
He had stopped by my place as kind of a "are you a real friend", or what? I just bullshitted with him about more people dye in car crashed than are killed via gunshot. We parted on good terms, and none of my stereo equipment, televisions, computers disappeared.
He may have done others a lot of wrong, (He seemed proud that [he] ain't never kilt nobody.) For me, personally, that crosses the normal line between cultures. At that point, my skin color did not matter, and I was as protected as a brother.
I have always enjoy'd the company of my own race, Rather then any other.I feel like we know how treat and act comforting towards each other.With similar upbringings and situations, I feel it's more about that then some bullshit factor like skin color or something else.
Growing up I really only had friends that were of the same heritage.I guess I felt like others don't know about boundaries or at least had different ones.Blacks seems to get rowdy And loud when in the majority.This was the case in most of my schools.For awhile during these years I didn't care for their company.They were just too fucking loud for my tastes.
After that the demographics changed.Whites were in the majority at school.I felt so out of place and I hated the living fuck out of it.At least with the blacks I felt some kind of connection.Maybe it was more of a high school thing but I felt like they made their communities and closed the door to them just like their neighborhoods.In the classrooms I could feel their dislike.Ive never been hassled by any white person but I could see their two faced personalitys.
Just look at the Internet.Here whites have the majority and you see their real side.Their still racists fucks.That why I've warmed up to black people in adult hood.Now I would say about half of my friends are black.They're actually really cool people When you don't have twenty of them around.Some used to sell me weed, Some I drink with and holla at.Ive even had a black girlfriend Once.All we ever did was kiss and fondle but she was cool as fuck.none of that ghetto slang bullshit.Give them a chance, They are really honest people.
OP, are you implying that you rarely had meaningful conversations with black people? If that's what you are implying, then you need to realize that no matter what color our skin has, all of us are homo sapiens. It means that we are more alike than we are different. Therefore, it is possible to have meaningful conversations with anyone whose skin color is different from ours.
I said to him "that's all the money I'm carrying, but you can use the credit for a few days. I'll wait before I report it missing, just please don't shoot me".
Not really, I've never been robbed at gunpoint. But you might as well have asked me about meaningful conversations with a white person, I wouldn't bother with the trouble of singling one out unless it was a theme that narrowed it down plenty for me.
Well you are from Scotland innit? You probably don't get to meet many people who weren't born there.Quote:
Originally Posted by chavis
I was/am/may again be seeing a black dude; came over from Zimbabwe via the US. There's not many people I could talk to for 6 hours straight. In fact, there's only been him and one other person. He has a very peculiar way of making you doubt yourself just by asking questions, and it's the thing I find most attractive in him. Nothing escapes him, he remembers everything, and I'm proud that despite his mental searching of me I have never lied to him once and so he has never managed to 'catch me out' with one of his sly mental tricks. I've never known a man to talk and listen as much as does, it doesn't seem quite normal. He is also absolutely stacked physically :happy:
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Originally Posted by megabyteme
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Originally Posted by Squeamous
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Originally Posted by SqueamsMeaningful Convo w/ blackman
Have you taken all this weeks meds by accident again meg? :blink:
I even took the thyme to bold all the letters you are supposed to read. I can only do so much for the audience, I'm afraid.Quote:
Originally Posted by Artemis
:idunno:
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Originally Posted by megabyteme
The audience still wants to know what drugs you are on. :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
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Originally Posted by megabyteme
The audience still wants to know what drugs you are on. :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
Spoiler: ShowScene: Squeams is in bed with a darker-than-dark African. She can't bring herself to remove her mouth from his large cawk. Without him even asking, Squeams volunteers to take advantage of some push-over nitwit she's recently met. She's confident in her ability to suck at least 5 years of easy cash out of this idiot, Dave, whom she believes will never catch on as to the plan. /scene
You missed out the part where I get Dave to murder my ex and bury him under my patio :smilie4:Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
Seems Dave was/is a FAR more useable Stooge than I had given you credit for. :happy:Quote:
Originally Posted by SqueamousYou missed out the part where I get Dave to murder my ex and bury him under my patio :smilie4:Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
How do you know that he's not exceptionally difficult to manipulate but I'm just a master manipulator? Also you haven't considered how skilled I might be between the sheets or a possible propensity to domestic violence when enraged. There could be sooo many reasons Dave became my minion, it seems a shame to reduce him to such a simpleton.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabytemeSeems Dave was/is a FAR more useable Stooge than I had given you credit for. :happy:Quote:
Originally Posted by Squeamous
Except for one little fact, he is. He has the emotional depth a kiddies paddling pool. :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Squeamous
(* forehead vein pulsing in 3.....2.....1......)
Thought I would start with Occam's Razor. :idunno:Quote:
Originally Posted by SqueamousHow do you know that he's not exceptionally difficult to manipulate but I'm just a master manipulator? Also you haven't considered how skilled I might be between the sheets or a possible propensity to domestic violence when enraged. There could be sooo many reasons Dave became my minion, it seems a shame to reduce him to such a simpleton.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
With the amount of pills you've had, you'd probably nick your jugular and then where would we be? Arterial spray all over the place, the kids will be screaming, your wife will throw up on the cat and then go christ I don't remember eating that? It'll be a real horror show, don't do it man!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by megabytemeThought I would start with Occam's Razor. :idunno:Quote:
Originally Posted by Squeamous
It's only this assumption ^ that has stopped me fisting Meg's innards all over the board :)
I have friends from a variety of ethnic backgrounds. I couldn't say one flavour was better than the other at having a good conversation. Not from my experiences anyway. I grew up interacting with lots of different cultures, so the first thing I notice about someone is whether they are friendly, or not.
I know a few people who have grown up in more isolated cultures, and it obviously affects one's outlook. As far as I can tell, there is all types of all people, in all races. Most people are capable of deep conversation, but it depends how open to it they are, and the party they are discussing it with. Obviousment.
Does "How much is a 7 gram rock" or "Them are some fine ass bitches" count ?
The narcotics keep my heart beating at a rate that would impress many a Yogi.Quote:
Originally Posted by ArtemisWith the amount of pills you've had, you'd probably nick your jugular and then where would we be? Arterial spray all over the place, the kids will be screaming, your wife will throw up on the cat and then go christ I don't remember eating that? It'll be a real horror show, don't do it man!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
@Squeams: My colon would snap your finger like a twig. :01:
Idol is once again resurrected by an insatiable desire forQuote:
Originally Posted by IdolEyes787
casualracism. :O
I wish I could tell you that I'm back because I missed you but you know.....
Fuck!Can I party with you?Quote:
Originally Posted by IdolEyes787
Next word chink.
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No I may be into crack and whores but I still have some standards.Quote:
Originally Posted by ziggyjuarezFuck!Can I party with you?Quote:
Originally Posted by IdolEyes787
You probably overpay anyway for that step'd on.
No I checked and almost all the hardcore felons are afraid of me.
I grew up in the Falls Park on the Falls Road in Belfast. I moved there from Ballymurphy on my third birthday. It was snowing.
My father had died, and it being 1976, myself, my mother and my younger sister went to live with my grandparents, my grandfather having been a park-ranger for the parks and cemeteries, and so been given a gate-lodge to maintain. We had free phone-calls, whipped straight from the government's sky rocket, but the phone was a religious act of sin to be used only in moments of protocol'd panic. Of which there were many. I only say this because I feel, or have felt set apart from a community whilst still having to interact within it. I was perceived as something of a laird in primary school, with not having the terrace street smarts of my peers. It may not have helped when I declared this expanse of public land my own. I spent the next six years beating people out of it with sticks. The water fountain was never good enough for them. They had to form a serpentine queue outside our home on summer days, each armed with an empty bottle, looking it filled.
The first time I had the luxury of viewing a black man, outside of Huggy Bear and a couple of red shirts on Star Trek, was running along beside British Troops, the fellows in question looking barely ten years older than myself. Irritable, exotic and impossible. I heard one who had a Scottish accent one time. It ruined my innocence.
I had a good view from my house, before it was blown up, of Bobby Sand's funeral, which was fucking immense, and every ethnicity formed a procession before me, but they flitted off again to atrocities anew. They sure as fuck didn't wanna live here.
Please to be taking advantages of your abilities to move about the world.
That would qualify as poetry if it made less sense.Quote:
Originally Posted by chavis
New Zealand, whilst another colony of the former British Empire with all it's tender mercies to the fuzzy wuzzies when theyinvadedcolonised, has truly tried to make amends constitutionally. There was a treaty signed between the British and Maori, guaranteeing Maori soveignty called the Waitangi Treaty (Littlewood Treaty on the British side), which in the usual inimitable British style they simply ignored and grabbed the land and resources anyway. But over the last 30 years there have amends been made, there is a Waitangi Tribunal, completely separate from the government which listens to Iwi (tribal) claims and then adjudicates them. The government has to abide by these decisions and has handed over vast tracts of crown land and money to Iwi as recompense for their lossses. At least here, we are seeing some small redress for the past, an example is that the native greenstone has all been given as a resource to one of the Iwi as a trust, they have the right of ownership for all of this resource. Whilst by no means perfect this is one of the most forward thinking and caring projects for an indigenous people to give them back what was taken and to create a partnership and move forward that I have seen, giving back a small measure of hope and pride.
No it wouldn't as I enjoyed reading it.Quote:
Originally Posted by IdolEyes787That would qualify as poetry if it made less sense.Quote:
Originally Posted by chavis
In Canada being fair and forward thinking to a fault, we basically let Black people do anything they want short of holding positions of real power or getting too uppity.Quote:
Originally Posted by Artemis
You've gone and described it too vividly. Now it's strangely attractive. I'm confused.Quote:
Originally Posted by chavis
Imagery here is amazing!
Magic Mushrooms are cool like that. Go to the park. :smilie4:Quote:
Originally Posted by ziggyjuarez