Since it's the afternoon crowd, the patrons are all old heads. With so many young black men dead or in prison, those who make into old age tend to be exceedingly mild and pleasant. The worst of the tribe cull themselves. When I walked into Sit on It on January 2nd, several strangers shouted, "Happy new year!"
In North Charleston, South Carolina, I chanced upon a ghetto bar that was owned by a South Asian who wouldn't allow anyone younger than 35 to enter his establishment, "They cause too many problems," he smiled. In Trenton, a Middle Easterner who owned a liquor store told me he had set up a bar, "But it wasn't worth it. Too many fights."
Point Breeze was home to John Blake and the Heath Brothers, but since this is 2018, you're not going to hear any jazz in Sit on It. Even for those with white hair, it's mostly rap, varied by a bit of rhythm and blues, soul and rock oldies.
Across the bar is an 86-year-old Korean War vet. Like us, he's eating two small pieces of fried chicken, free of charge. It's a bit salty, yes, but damn good! In Jackson, Mississippi, I wandered into a black bar in a frightful neighborhood littered with burnt out houses and, what do you know, they gave me a free plate of food, since it was a barbecue day. Like Sit on It, it was filled with older folks, nattily dressed.
As with many black neighborhood bars, Sit on It is actually not black-owned, but neither are most ghetto grocery stores and restaurants, and one can only conclude that blacks generally can't compete with non-blacks in running small businesses. Even the black barbershop, that social institution, is being undercut by Asian barbers. On YouTube, there's a hilarious commentary by Jay Love, a Philly homeboy, on black vs. Asian hair cutters:
So for a basic haircut, Jay Love prefers the Asians:
Providing a quicker service, Asian barbers also charge less than half of their black peers' prices. At Da' Thairapist Hairquarters, a haircut by Skeet da Barber costs $25, but it's $30 if you want an appointment, which must be made at least 24 hours in advance. If not, it's $35.
It's curious that socialist, universal brotherhood types are usually quite militant about supporting multiculturalism, when it's in fact a capitalist tool to drive wages down and squeeze the most from each worker. More insidiously, it can often turn him into a caricature, for in any multicultural society, each ethnic group is forced to become more specialized in its working, and thus social, roles. Just think of all the Latinos in the kitchens of American restaurants, serving whatever food.
With my chance of becoming a professional athlete near zero, I might have to paint finger and toe nails for a living. Others with longer limbs and a much better vertical leap may decide to shoot hoops all day. Before integration, there were many more black business owners, for they had to provide not just their own bars, restaurants and barbershops, but also banks, insurance companies and car dealerships, etc. Though meant to blur racial differences, integration actually accentuates them.
James Howard Kunstler dissects:
Ah, but race, ethnicity and border are but reactionary social constructs, designed to keep us apart! Though dwelling on this resource-depleting population time bomb and babbling 7,000 languages, we are all kin. Those who think such may consider moving to, say, Equatorial Guinea, where they can decide for themselves if border, ethnicity or race matters. Most of us are bred to function reasonably well within one society only. Expelled for just an hour, most would freak. At the very least, home is where they speak your language.
At Sit on It, there's a curious sign, "Grab Your Passport All Abroad / Cynthia's World Travel To China / BIRTHDAY Celebration."
Miss Rose, "Cynthia is not going to China! It's just a China-themed party, right here!"
In North Charleston, South Carolina, I chanced upon a ghetto bar that was owned by a South Asian who wouldn't allow anyone younger than 35 to enter his establishment, "They cause too many problems," he smiled. In Trenton, a Middle Easterner who owned a liquor store told me he had set up a bar, "But it wasn't worth it. Too many fights."
Point Breeze was home to John Blake and the Heath Brothers, but since this is 2018, you're not going to hear any jazz in Sit on It. Even for those with white hair, it's mostly rap, varied by a bit of rhythm and blues, soul and rock oldies.
Across the bar is an 86-year-old Korean War vet. Like us, he's eating two small pieces of fried chicken, free of charge. It's a bit salty, yes, but damn good! In Jackson, Mississippi, I wandered into a black bar in a frightful neighborhood littered with burnt out houses and, what do you know, they gave me a free plate of food, since it was a barbecue day. Like Sit on It, it was filled with older folks, nattily dressed.
Y'all sitting there, criticizing me, because I didn't get my hair cut at a black barbershop ["] Y'all got some motherfucking nerve, saying that sh*t. You goddamn right I don't like going to black barbershops ["] I don't go to black barbershops because they're not professional. The Asian barbershops don't cut hair as good as the black barbershops. If you get a baldy or low fade, you go to the Asian joints, that's all good or whatnot. I mean, they cut you down ["] If I was getting a hustler two or three, I would basically have a black barber shape me up, because the Asians don't know how to shape up for sh*t.
So for a basic haircut, Jay Love prefers the Asians:
I'm not gonna go to no black barbershop. They're unprofessional ["] You don't conduct yourselves like businessmen. Every time I go to a motherfucking black barbershop, y'all motherfuckers up in the air. Instead of doing my hair, it takes you 45 minutes to do anybody's hair, because you're busy leaving out the barbershop, answering your cellphone in the middle of cutting somebody's hair, leaving out the barbershop, talking to your girl for 15 minutes. I guess you must have forgotten that your client was in the chair, and maybe you think he don't got nothing better to do with his day ["] Y'all talking about Floyd Mayweather, the latest fight, this sports event or gossiping about how many bitches you fucked ["] You know, nobody wants to hear that.
Providing a quicker service, Asian barbers also charge less than half of their black peers' prices. At Da' Thairapist Hairquarters, a haircut by Skeet da Barber costs $25, but it's $30 if you want an appointment, which must be made at least 24 hours in advance. If not, it's $35.
It's curious that socialist, universal brotherhood types are usually quite militant about supporting multiculturalism, when it's in fact a capitalist tool to drive wages down and squeeze the most from each worker. More insidiously, it can often turn him into a caricature, for in any multicultural society, each ethnic group is forced to become more specialized in its working, and thus social, roles. Just think of all the Latinos in the kitchens of American restaurants, serving whatever food.
With my chance of becoming a professional athlete near zero, I might have to paint finger and toe nails for a living. Others with longer limbs and a much better vertical leap may decide to shoot hoops all day. Before integration, there were many more black business owners, for they had to provide not just their own bars, restaurants and barbershops, but also banks, insurance companies and car dealerships, etc. Though meant to blur racial differences, integration actually accentuates them.
James Howard Kunstler dissects:
The Civil Rights victories of 1964 and 1965--the public accommodations act and voting rights act--created tremendous anxiety among African Americans about how they would fit into a desegregated society, so the rise of black separatism at exactly that moment of legislative triumph was not an accident. It offered a segment of the black population the choice of opting out of the new disposition of things. Opting out had consequences, and over several generations since then, the cohort of poorer black Americans has grown only more oppositional, antagonistic, and economically dysfunctional--with the sanction of America's non-black "diversity" cheerleaders, who remain adamant in their own opposition to the idea of common culture."
Ah, but race, ethnicity and border are but reactionary social constructs, designed to keep us apart! Though dwelling on this resource-depleting population time bomb and babbling 7,000 languages, we are all kin. Those who think such may consider moving to, say, Equatorial Guinea, where they can decide for themselves if border, ethnicity or race matters. Most of us are bred to function reasonably well within one society only. Expelled for just an hour, most would freak. At the very least, home is where they speak your language.
At Sit on It, there's a curious sign, "Grab Your Passport All Abroad / Cynthia's World Travel To China / BIRTHDAY Celebration."
Miss Rose, "Cynthia is not going to China! It's just a China-themed party, right here!"
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