“The Help” unifying colored folks aalll o’er this land.

So let me see if I can get this right. The movie “The Help” has been determined by some to be the equalizer of racial conflict? Yes I am overgeneralizing and perhaps making a bigger deal out of this than I should, but some days…
My son’s doctor is in Roseville. Best pediatrician on the damned planet. For the last 10 years she has been working with Milo and she is a lovely woman. Moving to a new office. Sad to see her go.
HEY! did I tell you she’s WHITE?!?!?

*crickets*

Did you just say WTF???
yeah I know.
So I am driving to the pharmacy and this fidgety old man in a Chevy is making a u-turn behind my car. He is listening to Johnny Mathis at full blast. He finishes the u-turn and pulls up beside my car.

Da Help! Dat’s a fantastic movie. I saw it three times! You should see it!

What in the hell was I supposed to say to that?

uh yeah. I loved it too! The black poor stayed poor. The old money rich never missed a beat, and that old black housekeeper never worked again.

Truly, I didn’t care much for the movie. I was not a big fan of how it tried to portray the poor, easily cast off, disrespected, people of this southern town in a light that made Jim Crow and segregation COOL!
It was a very awkward moment indeed.
Take a wild guess what I said…..

thank you.

Why?
Because he meant well…

Goddess.

Motherhood… How I love thee…

So here’s the story on Milo’s errant behavior. Milo decided to leave the house while I was taking a nap against my wishes. he and a “friend”went to a neighborhood home and got into a bit of mischief.
Milo and the neighbor kid down the street broke into an empty home and proceeded to light fires on the stove.
I know been there done that simple. kids. door unlocked. Break in. gas still on. lighting things on fire. fine. but no. that’s not how it went down in this case. the kid down the street decided that he would take a rock and pitch it through the glass sliding door!!!!
While the boys are inside lighting fires the guy who was cutting the grass. By the way, the house was not abandoned it was merely vacant; called the cops and the cops came out and busted the kids.
I got a call during my catechism class from J telling me the cops had the boy. What possesses children to do things like this is beyond me. However I had to remain calm and calm did I remain until I spoke to the ex-husband. He immediately launches into how good a father he is because he would NEVER EVER EVER allow something like this to happen while Milo was under his care.
Yeah I stayed calm and listened to his ranting as I prepared my class for a last minute sub who would take over. While I’m doing this, I get a call from the sheriff asking me if o could come pick up Milo because he did not feel safe releasing Milo to his father. Apparently the father of my child rolled up on the scene screaming and hollering about how he was going to “beat your fucking ass”. Not too bright sayeth the ex wife. The sheriff was bent out of shape over the idiotic entrance of my intrinsically asinine asshole former spouse….
To be continued

Ever want to feel like you walked into a clan meeting?

howdy! come on down to Marie’s Donuts, located in the middle of a predominantly minority area of North Highlands CA

Marie's Donuts

with a church on either side of it. bring your family but keep the dark ones quiet.

you can’t go wrong with what i believe are the best donuts in the world. on any given day, you can walk in and watch WWII veterans talking about the war over a .40 cup of joe. you can be greeted by the wonderful aroma of freshly prepared donuts. it used to be a safe place where everyone was polite and still used their southern manners. it used to be a wonderful place that i would visit with my dad when i was a child.

he knew the donuts there were the best and i have since come to agree with that opinion.

however, what i am not feeling too good about is the change in the atmosphere since the election of 2008 or as some, those who don’t want change in America, would like to call it… Armageddon.

there are lines drawn in the sand there where it used to be a place where everyone knew your name and respect was given in kind.
i got cut in front of twice this morning, but i felt that i could say nothing because then i would just be living up to the expectations of a room full of ‘birthers’ who still believe our 44rd president is not a citizen of the United States and that he wants to take over the US and change the name to the USRA -the United Socialist Republik of Amerika-
when is it i get to wild out again on the folks that consume me with a rage so deep seated that i want to hit them with sticks, not caring about what i will look like in the end?

good thing is i don’t want to be that way. bad thing is i wish i could. i don’t want to be labeled the bad nigger. i don’t want to be the stereotypical black who has no respect for themselves or for anyone else that isn’t on welfare and collecting the poor white man’s hard earned money.

i wish things could go back to the way they were too. but for one reason only.

i want to go back to a time when you were not so angry with us because there was no minority holding the highest office of power in OUR country.
not back to a time when we could all get along because you felt that you were superior. back to a time when yessir and yes’m was the way it was agreed we would respond to you to avoid having our homes burned down, our husbands hung by the oak tree or at the gallows in the center of town. back to a time when our families would not be sold and broken apart if you could take our wives into your bedrooms. back to a time when you could whip us with the same device you used to herd cattle, because we looked up when we should have been looking down.
back to yesterday that we have fought so hard to change.

i want to just say ‘suck it up! your guy lost and our guy won.’ but that is not the case.

through the election process, someone had to get elected. this time it juuuuuuust happened to be a man of color. this is how it is. this is the result of the election. i know more young white Americans voted for President Obama than you can shake a stick at. he was not voted into office by a bunch of uppity nigrahs. he was voted into office by a majority of the people in this country who are open to change and pursuit of happiness.

all in HOPE that there will be a better future for their children… our children… everyone’s children.

thanks to Marie’s Donuts for providing North Highlands with the best donuts on the planet for a great price, but here’s to hoping some of your patrons from Rio Linda keep the hate mongering and rudeness to themselves.

Goddess