Steve and I went to a local tavern – a multi-cultural place where everybody gets along. Well, of course you know when people get along, some people want to disrupt the harmony for the sake of disruption or some political cause or just to make themselves known to the entire tavern – usually in a negative way, looking around as they say something disruptive to see who looks up. Weird, I know.
So this woman comes in and wants to take over the place. We’re all having fun and she couldn’t stand it, or maybe she planned the hit, or maybe someone told her I’d be there (someone in the government who has that information because they spy on me), so she could come in and attack.
She plays this song and it’s blaring. Steve leans over the counter and says to the bartender, “this is a racist song”. How she at the end of the bar could hear him without an eavesdropping ear device is beyond me. She immediately responds, though he wasn’t addressing her, with, “you call us nigger we call you white boy”.
I didn’t know what the song was about, except that I find the words white boy or white people or white guys offensive when said by a black person, only for the reason that I never heard anything good associated with those words when coming out of a black person’s mouth.
In the past, in the same place, I’ve seen black individuals accuse white individuals of calling them nigger when nobody said anything. They do it to get support from another black person who enters the establishment or to just rile people up. It’s a lie.
I felt like saying to her, you’re the only one calling anybody nigger and white boy, but thought better of it. It’s strange that she picked a song to do it. I’m sure others thought better of it too. Now I won’t go back for a while and let the black people of the earth run this guys business out of business, so black people won’t have a multi culturally friendly place to hang out.
That’s what usually happens when someone wants to take over a bar for their own race, color or gender. They make it an uncomfortable place to go for those they target.
Blacks, certain blacks, want to be able to play their racist songs about white people in multicultural establishments they frequent, like they do in their own establishments where only black people go. Similarly, gays, certain gays, who consider certain bars gay-friendly want to feel safe to engage in sexual activity in restrooms in those establishments, like they do in their own gay bars.
It happens in HUD buildings too. Government protected people run white people out of the building so they can have it to themselves. HUD chain migration in HUD buildings. Blacks, browns want whites out. They’re leaving in droves from where I live. Even some blacks leave because of it. I’m not a HUD recipient, but they want my apartment for their family members.
They brag about their spies being all over the place, claiming to keep the place safe, like it was their job, while drugs, prostitution and human-trafficking are rampant. Fires. Assaults. Multitudinous insect population. Mice. Rats. Over-populated apartments. The fire and police get tired of coming out all the time, so they keep telling the management to tell the tenants to only call emergency numbers for fire, flood or blood. HUD buildings have become a dumping ground for the homeless with diseases and mental illness. A while back the leasing office sent around a flyer reminding active tuberculosis people to take their medication, otherwise they could infect people in the elevator when they cough. What?! They even had sketches of people coughing with X marks to illustrate the written words for those who don’t speak English.
People of colors start it all by volunteering to help out the complex with sewing clubs, religious events, free entertainment, free food – plus the spying on everybody that they do. They get a lot of free stuff from the government and store it for people who come in with nothing, then sell it to them. It’s a government program designed for hoarders. They kinda take over the place, so of course they want only their kind to benefit. You know when the entire staff is one color, something is not right with the social engineering of the place. This is a HUD approved building. The tenants can’t decide who lives here and who doesn’t.
But that’s exactly what’s happening. White people are being attacked where they live by their neighbors who want them out to free up space for their own kind. It’s not white flight. They want to stay. They’re being pushed out by people of color, they call themselves, who think they’re superior and more deserving of the limited number of HUD apartments in any complex.
I live in a senior residence, but no one would know it. People of all ages, kids, infants even live here. They should take the Senior Residence sign down because it’s a lie.
Managers don’t last more than nearly a year. Every time a new one comes in, the rumor mills begin their operation of trashing the white people to the management – to take the focus away from themselves.
Steve and I are beginning to look for a different senior residence – one where we’re not hated for our lack of color or somebody else’s negative perception of our worthiness to be here, and one where we feel safer. We deserve a safe environment at our age, yet people like Maxine Waters, the HUD Queen in the USA Congress, keeps changing the rules of HUD to include access to senior residences for anyone who qualifies for HUD regardless of age. However, it doesn’t seem to be a just poor people program. Where do they put people with active tuberculosis? Maybe in one of the Clinton or Obama mansions or her own? See if they can get them to take their medications. National Church Residences offered free TB tests to all residents – like that solves the problem.
So I turned the song around. I sang the lyrics, specifically, “play that funky music white boy” while the song blared through the bar. My voice rose above that blare. It was a long song and that phrase came up often. I serenaded my white boy husband with her hate-filled words and made a happy time of it. If nothing else it shut her up and just for extra measure, I hugged a white boy on the way out. Before she arrived I hugged a couple black boys I hadn’t seen for a long time. She called them niggers; I call them friends.
She lost that one.
I still have no idea what that song is about. The lyrics read like somebody super high on drugs. All I know is the phrase white boy is disparaging toward white people. And the black woman who responded to Steve’s conversation with the bartender way down the bar with music blaring, considered it racist against white people, otherwise she wouldn’t have done a tit for tat.
She was wrong. White people don’t often use that term toward black people. Black people use it toward each other – all the time I hear it where black people gather. When white people no longer say it, as they did many decades ago, black people feel a need to facilitate a lie via false accusations, so they can keep reaping the benefits of exploitation.
Just a few months ago another plant came in sat down beside me and says to his neighbor on the other side in low tones, loud enough for me to hear, “you know, the French and Irish are niggers”. What was the point of that? The guy he said it to was black and drunk as a skunk, head almost on the bar, and only grunted once, so what was the point, the urgency to come in and say that to an obviously non-responsive black person?
In other words, the black woman who wanted her presence known via Steve wanted the entire bar to think Steve called her a nigger. Steve didn’t even know she was there till she poked her nose into his private conversation to the bartender. Yeah, white boy, that was disparaging for you to call that song racist.
Yeah, I said to myself. She’s a plant. So who told her, what agency sent her out to where I was for the purpose of disrupting my day off with my husband? How would they know where I would be if they weren’t spying? Could have been any number of agencies, bureaus, associations, organizations blah blah blah wanting to offend me for what I write, that they don’t like. A lot of black people work for the government, so I’m guessing CIA on this one. They all smell the same to me, so their initials or acronyms don’t really matter.
Lyrics
Hey do it now yeah hey
Yeah, there was a funky singer
Playin’ in a rock and roll band
And never had no problems yeah
Burnin’ down one night stands
And everything around me, yeah
Got to stop to feelin’ so low
And I decided quickly, yes I did
To disco down and check out the show
Yeah they was
Dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die, oh till you die
I tried to understand this
I thought that they were out of their minds
How could I be so foolish (How could I)
To not see I was the one behind
So still I kept on fighting
Well, loosing every step of the way
I said, I must go back there (I got to go back)
And check to see if things still the same
Yeah they was dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die, ya
Till you die
Now first it wasn’t easy
Changin’ Rock and Roll and minds and things were getting shaky
I thought I’d have to leave it behind
But now its so much better (it’s so much better)
I’m funking out in every way
But I’ll never lose that feelin’ (no I won’t)
Of how I learned my lesson that day
When they were dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die
Oh’ till you die
They shouted play that funky music
(Play that funky music)
Play that funky music
(You Gotta keep on playin’ funky music)
Play that funky music
(Play that funky music)
Play that funky music
(Come and take you higher, ya)
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right, ya
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
