Uppity Negro (shout out to my girl Andrea), sure. My dad was “affiliated” with the Black Panthers. My parents had an African wedding…there was a damn fist on the cake. I’ve got the pedigree to be that classic, fighting “the man”, dashiki wearing, natural hair having, no pork (in public) eating, calling other african americans “Brother” and “Queen”, waiting for the revolution not to be televised type of black person.
Sigh
However, I see that in the world of blogging there are many classic angry Negros. Many denote this by having “angry” as part of the name of their blog. If you miss that sentiment in the name of the blog or the screen name, they more than make up for it in their tirades.
So I’m going to stop faking like I’m not made, dissatisfied, indignant, pissed off, and amazed by what’s going on in this world, and with my people in particular. I’m going to start talking.
Hello Negro…I’m talking to you
