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LOOK HOMEWARD BABY            HARRINGTON

as evidenced by the fact that the first Blacks to acquire their own swimming pools also happened to be the makers of INSTANT LEMON SKIN BLEACH and DEAD ON CONK. 

The “Commissioner,” a retired Customs Department porter, could be found sitting on the park bench opposite 555 Edgecombe almost any sunny morning. From this observation post he faithfully imparted “inside stuff” to any brother or sister who had the time to listen. “Now young feller, I am honor bound not to reveal any guvmint secrets,” was the Commissioner’s invariable opener, “but there’s a few things the Folks got to know.” He’d then check over both shoulders before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper. “All them Caucasians with tongue twistin’ names that’s gittin’ off the boats every day.  Well before the Man gives ‘em their naturalization papers they go to recite this here poem. Dont matter non if it’s in English or their own language, the Man understand ALL languages. This is what they got to recite: 

A chicken aint nothin’ but a bird
An’ a nigger aint nothin’ but a turd.

“But that aint all Man, listen to this. Soon as they comply with that regulation they becomes first class citizens.  Then they hops over to the Office of Equal Opportunity an’ borrows enough bread to buy ‘em a store here in Harlem. Now they know they can charge niggers anything they wants to. First thing you know they done bought a es-tate out on Long Island. He joins the Ku Klux Klan. She joins the Daughters of the American Revolution. They then buys the Stars an’ Strips to hang up over their kidney-shaped swimmin’ pool. Now ainthatabitch?”

Charlie has not been called a “color crazy summbitch” for nothing. Ask any surviving American Indian about his relationship with the Great White Father and you’ve got a real Freudian mess on your hands. Ask any Brown Puerto Rican-American or Yellow Nisei-American if he’s ever gotten a fair shake from the Great Society and you can get cut. Don’t’ even bother to bug a soul brother with such inanities!

If it hadn’t been for the passion for “notoriety” and bread which throbbed beneath the campaign ribbons of several top military gentlemen the ghettos would never have been hip to the greatest lynching of all time which was in the planning stage in 1947. And of course lynching is a subject of no small interest in the ghetto. At that time, several now defunct publications like Look and Life

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