Freddogg Off The Chain

HEY 58! YO HONKY BOY! YOU WANT ME?

Why was I standing in the heart of the North Philadelphia Ghetto on a weekday at 5 p.m.in the fall of 1965 wearing a dirty football uniform and waiting for the light to change?
Because I was returning from football practice at Temple University and had to cross Broad Street to get to the other side then to head south to South Hall and the lockerroom facilities. It was so urban cool.

I did ask this local Ho, ”How can I be a honky when I ain’t got no car?”
“Youse all honkies honey,”she said. “And if you want more conversation you have to pay.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? I’m not even paying for my Education. If I were I’d be paying closer attention.”
I learned that a Honky was a term used to describe some fat white assed loser middle aged guy cruising a black neighborhood in a Pontiac Vista Cruiser .Honking his horn looking for a black prostitute. You wonder how this guy behaved at home in his more tradition relationship.
Honey, stand by the stove and let me circle the kitchen a couple of times and when I say “Come over here bitch! You put down the egg beater—come to think of it bring it with you-and come over to the lounger to see what daddy wants.”
Robert Townsend made a film in 1987 called Hollywood Shuffle. It addressed the issue on how ‘Black Actors” were portrayed in movies. There was a segment called “Sneaking in the Movies” where Speed and Tyrone reviewed the latest movies. One of the films was called ‘Attack of the Street Pimps.” There were these pimps walking around like Zombies terrorizing the neighborhood. One of the lines was “Where’s my bitches?” It was funny. It was satire.
Now 20 years later the song “It’s hard out here for a pimp “ by a group called Three 6 Mafia won the Academy Award. Hey, better than Dolly Parton whose performance I thought was embarrassing.
And do you know what else? The B word was in the song. You beat your MFing A it was yo. It’s like Sesame Street or all those Johnny in first grade jokes. R-rat begins with R.”
Very good, nasty Johnny.”
Yea, big mother fucker about that long.”
There’s the A,B,C,D,F,H,f, MF and P words. I had a girl in class years ago name of Dee Head. No joke.
I also once got fired from a job because of a math formula I wrote to describe two young blue print clerks. D was skinny and B was chunky so I wrote D3=B. That was it, I was toast.
Was the performance of that song on that stage on major network television good and healthy for the overall image of black America? Real black people with jobs and families didn’t like it. I didn’t like taking credit for Dolly Parton either so you know what? I don’t!
All this cultural crap doesn’t mean much in most peoples realities but walk through a public high school and you’ll see many posers and pretenders of all shapes and colors “representing” nothing that can be defined by them.

Peace Professor Freddogg