When I was a growin’ up my parents always taught me that it was goin’ to be tough bein’ black in America but it was goin’ to be even tougher bein’ a black man in America. Wherever you go you’re always the suspect before a crime is even committed. Nobody understands what it’s like to be followed, pulled over, harassed and searched just for bein’ a black male in this country.
It’s so bad that sometimes our own people treat us like criminals when we’ve done absolutely nothin’ wrong. On Sunday former 1st round draft pick of the Chicago Bulls and Indianapolis native, Marquis Teague, Jeff’s younger brother, was kicked off of an American Airlines flight from Dallas headed to South Dakota. He and one of his NBA G-league teammates were asked to get off of the flight because they had blankets that two first class passengers gave them as they boarded the plane.
A black flight attendant came at them side ways accusin’ them of stealin’ the blankets. So you already know boyz weren’t about to have that so an argument ensued. They were kicked off of the flight only to find out that everything was on the up and up. The airline apologized to them, put them on another flight to South Dakota in First Class.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Duns want to act like because the flight attendant was black that it wasn’t because of race. Look here bruh, racism is real and just because the idiot flight attendant was black doesn’t mean that those two young men weren’t treated crazy because they were black.
If they were two white men they probably wouldn’t have been asked where they got the blankets. The dun would have kept it movin’ but if they had been asked he or she would have accepted the response and that would have been the end of it.
However, because black and white folks alike in this country have been programmed to believe that black men are a common threat to everyone. It’s natural to assume that the black guy stole it.
My first job out of college was with the R.H. Macy Corporation in Atlanta. There was Macy’s East (New York), Macy’s West (LA) and Macy’s South (Atlanta) at the time. There weren’t Macy’s store on every block like McDonald’s back then. It was a very exclusive brand. I was in their highly touted Executive Retail Management Program. It was known as the Harvard of Retail at the time, privately owned and top notch. In other words, I couldn’t afford anything in the store.
I was trainin’ in the women’s department at the time and our store was gettin’ hit by a string of thefts. Full four ways of $2,000 joggin’ suits were comin’ up missin’ as soon as we could put them on the floor. We had $10,000 Adrienne Vittadini skirts vanishin’ from the store like pixy dust.
Our Loss Prevention Department was confused as to what to do. This went on for at least a month. When they finally caught the ring of thieves they were some white cats robbin’ us blind because they had three young black men workin’ with them simply walkin’ through the store window shoppin’.
While everyone on the security team was watchin’ the brothers walk through the store the white dudes were stealin’ everything that wasn’t nailed down. And guess what? Most of the people in Loss Prevention were black. They had been programmed to believe that the black men had to be stealin’ so they spent all of their time followin’ the wrong people around the store. Racism is monster and it doesn’t matter what color the flight attendant was. They accused the brothers of stealin’ because it was only natural for them to assume that they would steal. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
2) Put it where the goats can get it: verb phrase – to make it as elementary as possible. To put it at ground level so everyone can understand it.
4) Ole boy: noun – the person that I’m currently talkin’ about.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!