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A True Halloween Story...Trigger Warning!
nunn
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This is my politically-incorrect, totally factual, but totally innocent (on my part, anyway) Halloween story.
I was about 4 or 5 years old, and it was the Halloween season, so I was drawing and coloring a Halloween picture. I had drawn a ghost, a white amorphous shape with two black eyes, and now I wanted to draw a sp00k, but I didn't know what a sp00k looks like.
My Daddy was nearby, reading the paper. I asked him, "Daddy, what's the difference between a ghost and a sp00k?"
Daddy didn't even look up from his paper. He said, "Spooks are black."
OK. Now I knew what to do. I drew a black amorphous shape with two white eyes, and that was my sp00k.
I was several years into adulthood before I understood what my Daddy had meant.
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Bad word filter caught it as a singular noun, but not as a plural.
So what does the CIA call their shadowy operators now?
My dad was racist too.
Good news is I don’t teach my kids that b.s.
Oh No! A moderator pushing the limits of our censorship list! What is this world coming to? I feel a case of the vapors coming on. This calls for a little medicinal alcohol.
😁 Well done sir! Bob
As a kid the words spooks ghost Hants all were the spirits of the dead and many stories filled with them
When most of us were kids Especialy with southern roots speaking from experence not many good things were said about any other race is a understatement .I think So much was still carried over from the Civil War
Even with all the slang terms used .
never once did I see any family or neighbors not offer help or be friendly to everyone Regardless .
my step dad was racist too but but a great provider and a ww 2 hero. he claimed he killed 3 men dont know what he did
but had part of his leg was damaged. as i got older i had to filter his lessons as i got older
My dad was definitely a racist and still is . Mom was never a racist. My sisters and I on the other hand, were never racist, nor did we teach our children that stuff. I'm glad it never rubbed off on us kids. I judge every man or woman, for the person they are, and not the color of their skin. It upsets me when I see that crapola. My best friend in the whole world is black and so was my best man in my wedding. I like to see the good in everyone.
There's a big difference in communication between praise and derision. It depends on how words are used.
In many cases, if this country hadn't lost its sense of humor, we wouldn't have some the problems we face today.
Agree
There were many words we used now deemed offensive. I remember many words that were benign and commonplace years ago. Seems most of the English language offends someone these days: Even pronouns.
Interesting, It appears to me only the English language has offensive words .
Si.
If everyone had a thick skin the world would be a better place.
Blacks were unknown in our rural area. When my brother went to college on a full-ride music scholarship (University of Miami) in '71 his best friend was a Florida kid who had never seen snow, Keith Tynes. My brother brought Keith back when he came home a couple of times and he got the thrill (?) of seeing snow here in Iowa. He was a real people person and everyone loved him.
In those days, to raise money for the class trip they would hold a Senior Slave Auction where folks would bid on a kid to work for them for a day, usually their own kid. Mostly $15-$25, highest I ever saw was $100, a lot of money back then. Well, my brother mentioned this to Keith and he lit up and said "I want to go to that!" So in '73, the year my brother would have graduated from high school, they came back for it. The crowd was stunned. Before he was sold, Keith took the mike and announced any money he brought would be divided among the class, which was 41 kids. He also said he would not pick corn, only cotton! The crowd roared.
Well, a bunch of folks went together, my folks among them. Keith brought over $1000 in 1973 money. The guy is still remembered fondly by old timers.
Keith was in a group called 'The Platters' and then sang independently in night clubs, etc. in Holland and Germany where he still is today. He has some songs on YouTube if anyone wants to hear him.
My dad was a WWII veteran who fought in the South Pacific. I would never consider calling him that overly used today word Racist, but he took his hate for the Japanese to the grave with him.
"Sticks and stones"..................
My Dad would go out of his way to help anyone regardless of race, or anything else. I deal with reality and treat people as they treat me.
Joe
Times were different back then. I was fortunate to have been raised in the North, went to a mixed school and had a few great friends in the military that I could depend on in a pinch. Today I have racially mixed descendants and love them all the same. BTW, other nationalities had their nic names also. We barely escaped with our skin while playing pool in the Italian district when my Uncle called his opponent a *!!! And, Al wasn't being hateful when he said it.
Mine too. The only people he ever expressed hate for were the Japanese and the British.
Dad and Daddy were two different people.
...I was raised in the South, and proud of it...people today are w-a-y to sensitive to words and most everything else...the black friends I have are older and have heard, or been called every word imaginable...they use the words all the time that the auto censor here would block...no way am I going to try and keep up with, or use "the word of the day", too old for that crap...
It's the craps what war does.
My Dad spent much of WWII in China and India, Said the same about the Brits.
"Mine too. The only people he ever expressed hate for were the Japanese and the British."
My dad was in India for a year, flying supplies over the Himalayas, in a C46, to China. Dad hated the Japs and the British.
Dad grew up in S. Dakota and never was around any black people, I never heard him say anything bad about blacks. But he saw plenty of Indians in Mina S. Dakota and he despised them. I could tell you some stories about Dad and the fallen-down Sioux warriors.