Back when we were Negroes, the last thing a young woman wanted to look like was a harlot and a young man a thug, but now that were African-Americans, many of our young girls dress like hootchie mamas and our young boys imitate penitentiary custom and wear their pants below the butt line.
Back when we were Negroes, we had names like Joshua, Aaron, Paul, Esther, Melba, Cynthia and Ida. Now that we are African Americans, our names are bastardized versions of alcohol from Chivas to Tequila to C(S)hardonney.
Back when we were Negroes
I am 63. Do you realize how old one has to be to remember Negro families? It’s like trying to remember a dream, and then trying to explain how real it was to somebody else.
We met people in South Carolina who remember freed slaves that had belonged to their grandparents. They stayed with them until they all passed away.
Incredible, wonderful Negroes from another time.