a serious look at the difference between house and field negroes..... as defined by the current heat index.,........Observations by Kevin blythe Sampson

Summer time reminds me so much of the racial memories which connect me to the  history of slavery

which by the way  is still running strongly in both my blood my interactions

and my feet damn it..........

When it is really hot outside it forces me

to look backwards to another time

to another place

look ..................

i just came from outside

its got's to be a hundred degrees

got's to be

i went for my daily walk to the corner store

to stock up on needed items

normally

i hate the mornings

i don't like morning people,

drinking their coffee

all dressed up with no where to go

don't like them

so walk out my door

and get hit with the heat of a blast furnace

i feel like i am walking on the salt flats in the desert

i feel like a dead man walking

a old negro walking

i feel like sojourner truth

when  its hot

yup walking in the desert

again

except

instead of cactus

their are Brazilians

and they are over the place

sitting standing

spitting

fully in the sun

celebrating the heat and nature

life and love

celebrating nothing at all

but what else can poor folks do

but celebrate

its one of the opiates of the poor

ok  I

hate them

hate them

i am walking and my new hair do

is getting moist

my hair is changing

black folks

don't like to get their hair wet

for a reason

it takes allot of work

to sculpt this shit

and it cost money

my mother used to say

that black folks never get head lice

because we put so much stuff

in our hair

that nothing could breath in that

concoction

this is a true storey

anyway

all the stuff we put in our hair

thank you Miss walker.........

for our legacy

anyway

i am walking

and the

Jeri curl juice

is starting

to run down my neck

turning into chicken grease

frying me

frying me

i am almost screaming

but i walk on

in the hated sun

i know why caged birds sing

i also know why Fred Sanford

was always dying

i cant take much more of this

Elizabeth..................Elizabeth

I'm coming

anyway

i know why

in my past life i was a house negro

they couldn't beat me to stay outside

in the heat

Brazilians stop me all along

the way

singing the songs of the heat loving

peons

while i walk and bake and conspire

to kill half the world

i need a riot

some thing to tear up

the heat is making me scream........

i am delirious

i finally get to the corner store

the ghetto store

i am soaked

and so is every one else

every one smells of stale beer

and heat and poverty

and i am in my element now

i get a little jolt knowing that

i am not alone in my misery

negroes at least half of them

my people the house negroes

don't like this heat

we either don't  got no air

or we cant pay for it

we are not by the water

and the whole city

smells of garbage

my neck is killing me

turning tender from

its over cooking

you got red necks

and black necks

did you know that the term red necks

came from the scarves that union coal miners wore

i would rather just think

of bull conners with his fat red neck

but that is my pathology

a middle aged fat black mans

drama

anyway

i was a house negro

hiding in the shade

why those other slaves

the field negroes baked in the sun

screw them its hot

i am there

telling Miss scarlet

not to let the sun burn

her

fanning myself

bitching muttering and sweating

alternating between singing swing low

and ground up glass

lord lord

the dumb slave masters

are too dumb to even notice

that my fat ass

is taking to many trips to the cool basement

for supplies

Yup a house Negros

i look around the  ghetto store

and notice that its hotter in the store

than outside

and now i know why

\we were slaves for so long

the food is wilted

the bread looks like a Petri dish

and the great selection of junk

cup cakes,potato chips, and devil dogs

are about to float off of their respective shelves

because decomposition

creates a byproduct of different lighter

than air gases

anyway this junk food

is enough

to ensure your admission into

the diabetic clubs of our selective

gene pools

these dumb Dominicans

in their quest to save money on electricity

by not having any Ac

are losing half of their product

any body else  who worked in a store

with this much heat

would be dead

but these are Dominicans

love it

all they need are palm trees

i look at them with hatred

for not having any ac

then i walk on

i see the new high income housing

that is being built

is almost done

they put these beautiful

buildings

right next to the projects

Pennington court

all i can think of

is that this is inventive

and it will change the neighborhood

the hood rats in the projects

are looking at this new building

soon to be flooded with well off

white folks

i wonder what they are thinking

i got it

Food

food

anyway i lurch on

get out of my way

move

move

staggering

hating Africa

and loving the white man

for getting me out of it

no i was not Kunte kente

he was a field negro

he kept on running

what what

now this house negro

couldn't make it ten steps in this heat before being caught

i like the shade

i make it back to my house

and look at all of these tropical folks

basking in the warm

hell

the hot glow of the sun

i return to my windowless room

and imagine

my days in the cool cellars

of the plantations

where i was bred

an thank god for the coolness

for the darkness

that my hideout provides

i feel like Harriet tugman now

oh never mind

she could walk for days

sorry for the mix-up

my people where home

cooking grits

anyway

i like the snow

as a old man once told

me

it kills the germs

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