Just pointed out that she ""called slavery an "evil" and "scourge" and "stain on our history."" .
So what's your problem with her ?
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I'm really trying to learn about black culture. MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER by Nathan McCall
has taught me a lot about black youth culture. Begin quote:
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The fellas and I went running back there with the other dudes to watch. There, in the dark seclusion of the woods, I saw a parked car with the rear doors opened. A woman's leg was propped up on top of the rear seat, and a pair of man's gyrating legs held tightly together with the pants rolled down hung partly out the door. Standing near the car, supervising the lineup, was Scobie D, the dude I'd worshiped at Waters. I could see that flaming red Afro moving around. About twenty to thirty guys milled about, talking trash, smoking cigarettes, passing a wine bottle, and awaiting their turn.
The fellas and I didn't even think about trying to get in on the train. We were scared of Scobe and were half grateful he let us stand back there and watch. We just wanted to see what it was all about.
Once we got the idea, we knew it was something we had to try.
Scobe and his boys trained anybody they could get their hands on. They even trained Pearl, a neighborhood drunk who was my parents' age. A glassy eyed, disheveled mess of a woman with no teeth in her mouth, Pearl got wasted all hours of the day and night and staggered through the streets of Cavalier Manor. Scobe and his gang caught her stumbling by one night and trained her in a wooded area behind the 7 Eleven. I heard recently that Pearl died, but I doubt she ever knew she was trained. That's how tore down, sloppy drunk she'd get. She had two nice, respectable daughters my age. Every time I saw them in school, I wondered what they'd think if they knew their mother had been jammed by teenage boys.
Different groups of guys set up their own trains. Although everybody knew it could lead to trouble with the law,
I think few guys thought of it as rape. It was viewed as a social thing
among hanging partners, like passing a joint.
The dude who set up the train got pats on the back.
He was considered a real player whose rap game was strong.
I think most girls gave in when trains were sprung on them because they went into shock. They were so utterly unprepared for anything that wild that it freaked them out. By the time they realized that they'd been set up, they were stripped naked, lying on a bed or in the backseat of a car, with a crowd of crazed looking dudes hovering overhead. I always wondered what went on inside girls' heads when that was happening to them.
Afterward, most girls were too ashamed and freaked out to tell. They knew that if they snitched to the cops,
the thing would become public news and their name would be mud.
But every now and then, some chick squealed, and somebody caught a charge. Then guys got their buddies to go to court and testify that the girl was a footloose 'ho whom they each had boned.
Most girls seemed to lose something vital inside after they'd been trained. Their self esteem dropped and they didn't care about themselves anymore. That happened to a girl named Shirley, who was once trained by Scobe and so many other guys that she was hospitalized. After that, I guess she figured nobody wanted her as a straight up girl. So Shirley let guys run trains on her all the time.
It was the first day of summer vacation. I was fourteen years old and had just completed the eighth grade, marking the end of my junior high school days. I was sitting at home, watching TV, when the telephone rang. "Hello," I said.
"Yo, Nate, this is Lep!" "Yo Lep, what's up?" "We got one. She phat as a motherfucka! Got nice titties, too! We at Turkey Buzzard's crib. You better come on over and get in on it!"
"'See you in a heartbeat."
When I got to Turkey Buzzard's place a few blocks away, Bimbo, Frog Dickie, Shane, Lep, Cooder, almost the whole crew about twelves guys in all were already there, grinning and joking like they had stolen something. Actually, they had stolen something:
They were holding a girl captive in one of the back bedrooms.
Turkey Buzzard's parents were away at work. I learned that the girl was Vanessa, a black beauty whose family had recently moved into our neighborhood, less than two blocks from where I lived. She seemed like a nice girl. When I first noticed her walking to and from school, I had wanted to check her out. Now it was too late. She was about to have a train run on her. No way she could be somebody's straight up girl after going through a train.
Vanessa was thirteen years old and very naive.
She thought she had gone to Turkey Buzzard's crib just to talk with somebody she had a crush on. A bunch of the fellas hid in closets and under beds. When she stepped inside and sat down, they sprang from their hiding places and blocked the door so that she couldn't leave. When I got there, two or three dudes were in the back room, trying to persuade her to give it up. The others were pacing about in the living room, joking and arguing about the lineup, about who would go first. ...... end quote