Comments on: Recession Lessons Road Trip Part IV: Cairo Illinois http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/ The definitive unemployment blog. Sun, 14 Mar 2010 00:05:57 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: At Least He Didn’t Snore | chicago.rssible.com http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-21356 At Least He Didn’t Snore | chicago.rssible.com Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:42:59 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-21356 [...] for excess human body parts. And the Southern town of Cairo, Illinois, apparently has an enduring weirdness vibe all its [...] [...] for excess human body parts. And the Southern town of Cairo, Illinois, apparently has an enduring weirdness vibe all its [...]

]]> By: r. lane http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-21098 r. lane Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:55:16 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-21098 My daughter Lane (obviously my name sake) couldn't have described this better. I remember that return trip from looking at the Portfolio Center in Atlanta, which is a small prestigious creative school for writers, designers, art directors and producers. Ultimately that is where she moved to begin the final journey on her career path before employment. She was facing a grueling 2 years with an almost guarantee of a great career that followed in my footsteps. We are both in the media business. She in the first third of her life and me in the final third of mine. As I read this and remember that night, I am fully aware of the changes that have taken place in my career and how time has changed my world. The mere fact that I was reading an obscure blog called Unemploymentality, posted on my preferred social media, a very well written article, from a guy obvously pushed to the internet by a change in his times, is the living indication that the world is also in a state of change as an old way falls prey to the new. So metaphorically like Cairo, the populaton that was once held by newspapers, television, and radio, which supplied guys like myself, with a great career is falling to the wayside as a new world takes over and moves towards a different landscape. A landscape where the listener is in charge and customer is in control with infinite choices and information. A landscape we so candidly refer to as a shift in a paradigm. Which is a clinical way of saying change or die. A landscape dominated by Net Neutrality, Google, Blogs, Ning, Bling, Ding, Swing, You Tube, His Tube, Her Tube, Facebook, Twitter, My Space, Your Space, Their Space, Everybodies Space. You know the drill. I was amazed that Lane remembered Charlie's name as she recounts the 2 am rendezvous with this lost place. When I pulled off the road to show her what I felt was a most unusual sight, just for a diversion from the all night drive, little did I know it would mark a passage in both of our lives. This was monumental moment in our most ordinary American existence. It was almost like a scene out of the Twilight Zone without the tinkling soprano drone of those ivory keys, tickled into the all to familiar de,de, de, de, de, de, de, de theme song and Rod Serling narrating in the background. You know the set up, the establishment of time and place as two strangers pull off the road into an abandoned town, in the middle of the night, and anything weird can start happening because they had just entered da, da...The Twilight Zone. The town at one time had apparently received some funding to purchase these wonderful reproduction street lamps which were ablaze everywhere, illuminating the rust, dilapidation, and unkempt buildings. The light they evoked, an iridescent glare that could have only be described as a strange looking Hollywood set. Now you must know, I have been traveling the road that leads to the narrow two lane bridge at the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi since I was a kid. I remember going through Cairo with my parents on our annual road trips to Fort Meyer, Florida in the 60's. A place where we stopped for gas in a station with a seperated drinking fountain and bathroom for whites usually marked by an arrow pointing to the rear with an arrow and a solitary directive that just said Coloreds. A place where breakfast was served with grits instead of hash browns. A place as different to my now as it was then. I was always intrigued by the National Customs House on the main drag and never understood why a town like that needed a Customs House. I mean after all there was no commerce. Just lots of waste paper blowing, grass rising up from the cracks and traveler dust as an occasional skinny, drab white t-shirt clad black man walked the street, with a slinky gait, headed to somewheres or no wheres unknown. Well, then that night came and Charlie gave us the tour of a lifetime and I understood for the first time that this small piece of real estate at the tip of the Land of Lincoln was brought to its demise by the very thing Old Abe tried to unite. It had prospered at a time when white elites strolled the streets and their black counter parts, not unlike the town itself, lived downstream in the river of life. A time when virtues were taught and practiced by white folks, for white folks. Everything then was seemingly fine with Cairo but times they were a changin. As an adult I have pulled off the road many times to take a whirl down the vacant streets and to look for some glimpse of new hope for Cairo. But, each time I have only found the buildings headed into further ruin and decay. It was almost like God punished this town because they never could deal with their own inequities. And, the town is still locked in conflict, in a border state where blacks and whites have never learned that we all bleed red, we all cry tears that are clear, and in the end we are all committed to the same dust. So a small town commits to that very dust and the world moves from newspapers to blogs. And, our predisposed attitudes, that cause us to think that the more things change the more they should stay the same, kill us all from within and without. As I watch my daughter interact with her generation I realize there is a new world they are building and embarking on. And it is a better world. They are more in touch, more aware with a greater reach into a world much bigger than the confines of the small monded, white picket fenced, "Leave it to Beaver" lily white middle class world we grew up in. She and her friends don't see a world with difference as an obstacle to brotherly love. They see people and a world that is one color. And it is a better place for all. So I will close with the way this began. I received a post on Facebook from Lane today and all it said was "Check this out, I found it very interesting." And, there attached was your blog. It just another story repeated as you described. A quick snapshot and the experience of the traveler who veered too far off the road only to find a place forgotten by time. A special time for a father and his daughter. A time I am so grateful to have had. I will close with my reply to her just to let you and everyone who reads this know that the town forgotten by time has etched a memory in our life that we will never forget and I thank Cairo for that special moment. A moment marked by time and change in my life, her life, and the world. My post to Lane; "That's funny Lane. Kind of sounds like us in the middle of the night on the way back from Atlanta. Only difference is, we were entertained by the local sheriff instead of the grumpy Maytag Man, which is obviously, not the nice smiley friendly Maytag Man portrayed in those old television commercials. Oh well, I guess that guy has been forgotten in time too. I remember how spooky it was the night we got out and walked Cairo. We had fun and it was a good memory. I was glad I got to make that trip with you. Kind of an interesting out of the way Dad thing. Love you honey". My daughter Lane (obviously my name sake) couldn’t have described this better. I remember that return trip from looking at the Portfolio Center in Atlanta, which is a small prestigious creative school for writers, designers, art directors and producers. Ultimately that is where she moved to begin the final journey on her career path before employment. She was facing a grueling 2 years with an almost guarantee of a great career that followed in my footsteps. We are both in the media business. She in the first third of her life and me in the final third of mine. As I read this and remember that night, I am fully aware of the changes that have taken place in my career and how time has changed my world. The mere fact that I was reading an obscure blog called Unemploymentality, posted on my preferred social media, a very well written article, from a guy obvously pushed to the internet by a change in his times, is the living indication that the world is also in a state of change as an old way falls prey to the new. So metaphorically like Cairo, the populaton that was once held by newspapers, television, and radio, which supplied guys like myself, with a great career is falling to the wayside as a new world takes over and moves towards a different landscape. A landscape where the listener is in charge and customer is in control with infinite choices and information. A landscape we so candidly refer to as a shift in a paradigm. Which is a clinical way of saying change or die. A landscape dominated by Net Neutrality, Google, Blogs, Ning, Bling, Ding, Swing, You Tube, His Tube, Her Tube, Facebook, Twitter, My Space, Your Space, Their Space, Everybodies Space. You know the drill.
I was amazed that Lane remembered Charlie’s name as she recounts the 2 am rendezvous with this lost place. When I pulled off the road to show her what I felt was a most unusual sight, just for a diversion from the all night drive, little did I know it would mark a passage in both of our lives. This was monumental moment in our most ordinary American existence. It was almost like a scene out of the Twilight Zone without the tinkling soprano drone of those ivory keys, tickled into the all to familiar de,de, de, de, de, de, de, de theme song and Rod Serling narrating in the background. You know the set up, the establishment of time and place as two strangers pull off the road into an abandoned town, in the middle of the night, and anything weird can start happening because they had just entered da, da…The Twilight Zone. The town at one time had apparently received some funding to purchase these wonderful reproduction street lamps which were ablaze everywhere, illuminating the rust, dilapidation, and unkempt buildings. The light they evoked, an iridescent glare that could have only be described as a strange looking Hollywood set. Now you must know, I have been traveling the road that leads to the narrow two lane bridge at the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi since I was a kid. I remember going through Cairo with my parents on our annual road trips to Fort Meyer, Florida in the 60’s. A place where we stopped for gas in a station with a seperated drinking fountain and bathroom for whites usually marked by an arrow pointing to the rear with an arrow and a solitary directive that just said Coloreds. A place where breakfast was served with grits instead of hash browns. A place as different to my now as it was then. I was always intrigued by the National Customs House on the main drag and never understood why a town like that needed a Customs House. I mean after all there was no commerce. Just lots of waste paper blowing, grass rising up from the cracks and traveler dust as an occasional skinny, drab white t-shirt clad black man walked the street, with a slinky gait, headed to somewheres or no wheres unknown. Well, then that night came and Charlie gave us the tour of a lifetime and I understood for the first time that this small piece of real estate at the tip of the Land of Lincoln was brought to its demise by the very thing Old Abe tried to unite. It had prospered at a time when white elites strolled the streets and their black counter parts, not unlike the town itself, lived downstream in the river of life. A time when virtues were taught and practiced by white folks, for white folks. Everything then was seemingly fine with Cairo but times they were a changin.
As an adult I have pulled off the road many times to take a whirl down the vacant streets and to look for some glimpse of new hope for Cairo. But, each time I have only found the buildings headed into further ruin and decay. It was almost like God punished this town because they never could deal with their own inequities. And, the town is still locked in conflict, in a border state where blacks and whites have never learned that we all bleed red, we all cry tears that are clear, and in the end we are all committed to the same dust. So a small town commits to that very dust and the world moves from newspapers to blogs. And, our predisposed attitudes, that cause us to think that the more things change the more they should stay the same, kill us all from within and without. As I watch my daughter interact with her generation I realize there is a new world they are building and embarking on. And it is a better world. They are more in touch, more aware with a greater reach into a world much bigger than the confines of the small monded, white picket fenced, “Leave it to Beaver” lily white middle class world we grew up in. She and her friends don’t see a world with difference as an obstacle to brotherly love. They see people and a world that is one color. And it is a better place for all.
So I will close with the way this began. I received a post on Facebook from Lane today and all it said was “Check this out, I found it very interesting.” And, there attached was your blog. It just another story repeated as you described. A quick snapshot and the experience of the traveler who veered too far off the road only to find a place forgotten by time. A special time for a father and his daughter. A time I am so grateful to have had. I will close with my reply to her just to let you and everyone who reads this know that the town forgotten by time has etched a memory in our life that we will never forget and I thank Cairo for that special moment. A moment marked by time and change in my life, her life, and the world. My post to Lane; “That’s funny Lane. Kind of sounds like us in the middle of the night on the way back from Atlanta. Only difference is, we were entertained by the local sheriff instead of the grumpy Maytag Man, which is obviously, not the nice smiley friendly Maytag Man portrayed in those old television commercials. Oh well, I guess that guy has been forgotten in time too. I remember how spooky it was the night we got out and walked Cairo. We had fun and it was a good memory. I was glad I got to make that trip with you. Kind of an interesting out of the way Dad thing. Love you honey”.

]]> By: John Henion http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-21070 John Henion Thu, 04 Mar 2010 04:21:39 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-21070 Great story Lane! I do wish I met that guy. Thanks for sharing. - john Great story Lane! I do wish I met that guy. Thanks for sharing.

- john

]]> By: Lane http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-21018 Lane Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:25:01 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-21018 back in the fall of 2008 my father and I were driving back from checking out graduate schools in Atlanta to Springfield Missouri where we are from. My father has always been an urban adventurer, said we had to veer off and drive through Cairo. We crossed the same bizarre area, only it was about 2 am when we did it. As we crept slowly through the dark and deserted streets in my fathers gold BMW convertible we were stopped by the town's volunteer"policeman" in his own unmarked black ford truck. He immediately inquired if we were lost. When my father explained to him that he was just showing his daughter a town that he had been fascinated by for years we got quite an unexpected response. Charlie,(the policeman's) face lit up and he immediately offered us a tour (which lasted well over an hour) by foot of some of the more prominent buildings complete with history. He even showed us the inside of a few. Told us some lesser known facts and explained Cairo's demise. Is was the most eerie feeling encountering all of this in the dead standstill of a fall night. So symbolic of the town it's self really. We learned that our new friend had lived there for years growing up. then moved to Chicago and returned when he retired from his job as a police officer. He said it was the biggest mistake moving back because it was so sad watching his home town disappear. I will never forget that evening or the man who was so intrigued by the weary travelers passed through a town that he had obviously once loved. Too bad you couldn't have encountered the same. back in the fall of 2008 my father and I were driving back from checking out graduate schools in Atlanta to Springfield Missouri where we are from.
My father has always been an urban adventurer, said we had to veer off and drive through Cairo.
We crossed the same bizarre area, only it was about 2 am when we did it.
As we crept slowly through the dark and deserted streets in my fathers gold BMW convertible we were stopped by the town’s volunteer”policeman” in his own unmarked black ford truck. He immediately inquired if we were lost. When my father explained to him that he was just showing his daughter a town that he had been fascinated by for years we got quite an unexpected response.
Charlie,(the policeman’s) face lit up and he immediately offered us a tour (which lasted well over an hour) by foot of some of the more prominent buildings complete with history. He even showed us the inside of a few. Told us some lesser known facts and explained Cairo’s demise. Is was the most eerie feeling encountering all of this in the dead standstill of a fall night. So symbolic of the town it’s self really.
We learned that our new friend had lived there for years growing up. then moved to Chicago and returned when he retired from his job as a police officer. He said it was the biggest mistake moving back because it was so sad watching his home town disappear.
I will never forget that evening or the man who was so intrigued by the weary travelers passed through a town that he had obviously once loved. Too bad you couldn’t have encountered the same.

]]> By: Nashviile Guy http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-20393 Nashviile Guy Sun, 21 Feb 2010 20:54:10 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-20393 I am very glad to find this blog as I like you got lost once as I was coming back from Chicago to rural Tennessee to see my Grandparents . I was 17 my first car first trip on my own to start to Tennessee. I think it had more life then as I seem to remember more ppl on the street and in yards. I did stop by a house where a lady in her 80's I'm sure was bending over pulling weeds from her walk. I asked for some info how to get unlost when she just laughed at said to me " well young man , If you will pull these weeds Ill get us a glass of water and get you back on your way " as she smiled just like my southern granny would This was in 1975 and I was driving a 1973 Pinto ( for those to young to know that was a Ford Car ) with no air so the glass of water sounded better to me that the way home I bet we sit and talked for 2-3 hrs and for the time we did I know we liked and cared for each other if only for what now was a moment I just knew I would stop and see her each summer as I came to Tennessee, but as all plans that matter , they seem to slip away so easy Today I think about my grandparents the trips from Chicago to Tn and the friend I found in Cairo one day I have drove back there 3/4 times over the last 30 yrs and looked for the house and lady that made me smile I now know of a house at 616 34 st thats for sale and I think I may look into buying it I now live 4 hrs from there and think if I fixed it up to go to on week-ends or to rent I could give back some smiles and laughes that THE LADY OF CAIRO gave me one hot day. Anyone from Cairo have any thoughts about the house or 34th st ?? I am very glad to find this blog as I like you got lost once as I was coming back from Chicago to rural Tennessee to see my Grandparents . I was 17 my first car first trip on my own to start to Tennessee. I think it had more life then as I seem to remember more ppl on the street and in yards. I did stop by a house where a lady in her 80’s I’m sure was bending over pulling weeds from her walk. I asked for some info how to get unlost when she just laughed at said to me ” well young man , If you will pull these weeds Ill get us a glass of water and get you back on your way ” as she smiled just like my southern granny would
This was in 1975 and I was driving a 1973 Pinto ( for those to young to know that was a Ford Car ) with no air so the glass of water sounded better to me that the way home
I bet we sit and talked for 2-3 hrs and for the time we did I know we liked and cared for each other if only for what now was a moment
I just knew I would stop and see her each summer as I came to Tennessee, but as all plans that matter , they seem to slip away so easy
Today I think about my grandparents the trips from Chicago to Tn and the friend I found in Cairo one day
I have drove back there 3/4 times over the last 30 yrs and looked for the house and lady that made me smile
I now know of a house at 616 34 st thats for sale and I think I may look into buying it
I now live 4 hrs from there and think if I fixed it up to go to on week-ends or to rent I could give back some smiles and laughes that THE LADY OF CAIRO gave me one hot day.
Anyone from Cairo have any thoughts about the house or 34th st ??

]]> By: burzum foss fate http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-20314 burzum foss fate Sat, 20 Feb 2010 07:33:26 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-20314 Ur a god be damned mother fucking admirably ingenous clan of nigge bum shit faces with tha pyramid on top niggas we be hoppin de nile since 1983 nig nig watt gogo Ur a god be damned mother fucking admirably ingenous clan of nigge bum shit faces with tha pyramid on top niggas we be hoppin de nile since 1983 nig nig watt gogo

]]> By: Alan G. http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-19879 Alan G. Thu, 11 Feb 2010 04:36:36 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-19879 About ten years ago, I was sitting at work reading an article in Time magazine, about life on the Mississippi. Cairo was one of the towns featured. It showed an abandoned Commercial Avenue, although the buildings hadn't started falling down back then. The photo spread looked like a street abandoned since the 1970's, which is exactly what it was. I had never heard of this place before, but was fascinated by it's history and current state of affairs. I knew that one day I would have to visit. That day came in 2006. Some folks understandably couldn't believe that I had traveled all the way from upstate NY to visit there, but I didn't regret it. Most of my photography wasn't of the abandoned (and by that time) disintegrating downtown district, although I couldn't resist a few shots. Places like Magnolia Manor, Riverlore, the Mississippi & Ohio confluence, and the Custom House provided plenty of opportunities. I returned to southern Illinois last June, and paid a quick visit to Cairo. Things haven't gotten better, but I suppose the one advantage here is that things can only get better... one person at a time. About ten years ago, I was sitting at work reading an article in Time magazine, about life on the Mississippi. Cairo was one of the towns featured. It showed an abandoned Commercial Avenue, although the buildings hadn’t started falling down back then. The photo spread looked like a street abandoned since the 1970’s, which is exactly what it was. I had never heard of this place before, but was fascinated by it’s history and current state of affairs. I knew that one day I would have to visit. That day came in 2006. Some folks understandably couldn’t believe that I had traveled all the way from upstate NY to visit there, but I didn’t regret it. Most of my photography wasn’t of the abandoned (and by that time) disintegrating downtown district, although I couldn’t resist a few shots. Places like Magnolia Manor, Riverlore, the Mississippi & Ohio confluence, and the Custom House provided plenty of opportunities. I returned to southern Illinois last June, and paid a quick visit to Cairo. Things haven’t gotten better, but I suppose the one advantage here is that things can only get better… one person at a time.

]]> By: amy matecki http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-19815 amy matecki Tue, 09 Feb 2010 20:17:53 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-19815 Well, yes a intresting look into Cairo, where I was born and raised for a big part of my childhood. Unfortunately I havent been back in about 20 yrs. Fortunately, Im going back in about 4 weeks, to show My kids and husband what and where I called home for so many years. I absolutely can not wait. Look out Cairo cuz her I come. Well, yes a intresting look into Cairo, where I was born and raised for a big part of my childhood. Unfortunately I havent been back in about 20 yrs. Fortunately, Im going back in about 4 weeks, to show My kids and husband what and where I called home for so many years. I absolutely can not wait. Look out Cairo cuz her I come.

]]> By: Jay Horton http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-18721 Jay Horton Tue, 19 Jan 2010 18:33:38 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-18721 Great story. I was born in Cairo and lived in a couple of the surrounding communities as young child. My Grandfather owned a Grocery Store on 10th St. which was later relocated to Urbandale. My family moved away in late '68. I visited Cairo about 12 years ago. I almost fell out of my chair when I read your description the Maytag Man. During our visit, he was standing in the front window staring thoughtfully towards the old Sewing Factory building. We drove past several times just to reassure ourselves that he was in fact, inanimate. He was so still. My wife thought he was a card board cutout or display until he swatted at a fly or something that disturbed his pondering. We both burst into gut wrenching laughter: so much so that we almost careened into the only other car parked on the street. We drove up the street, whipped out the video camera, and filmed him as we drove back past; he had returned to his previous fixation, Buddy Holly glasses and all. Absolutely, amazing! Thanks for the reminder. Jay Great story. I was born in Cairo and lived in a couple of the surrounding communities as young child. My Grandfather owned a Grocery Store on 10th St. which was later relocated to Urbandale. My family moved away in late ‘68. I visited Cairo about 12 years ago. I almost fell out of my chair when I read your description the Maytag Man. During our visit, he was standing in the front window staring thoughtfully towards the old Sewing Factory building. We drove past several times just to reassure ourselves that he was in fact, inanimate. He was so still. My wife thought he was a card board cutout or display until he swatted at a fly or something that disturbed his pondering. We both burst into gut wrenching laughter: so much so that we almost careened into the only other car parked on the street. We drove up the street, whipped out the video camera, and filmed him as we drove back past; he had returned to his previous fixation, Buddy Holly glasses and all. Absolutely, amazing! Thanks for the reminder. Jay

]]> By: Jay http://unemploymentality.com/2009/07/recession-lessons-road-trip-part-iv-cairo-illinois/comment-page-1/#comment-17520 Jay Sun, 27 Dec 2009 06:32:36 +0000 http://unemploymentality.com/?p=3552#comment-17520 makes me sad to think that something as stupid as the color of skin has made the world full of hatred. im only 16 years old and i understand that racism isnt acceptable. now knowing half the us adults are racist well that just shows theres little hope for the world when it comes to racism NOW I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE "DEENDA MYDICK" BUT TO ME BY THE LANGUAGE YOUR USING, ALL THEM CUSS WORDS YOUR MAKING IT ROUGH ON YOURSELF HOW I SEE IT IS THERES 2 TYPES OF BLACK MEN ONE THERES THE KIND THAT ACTS DECENT AND PROVES TO THE WORLD THAT THE BLACK MAN IS JUST AS GOOD AS THE WHITE MAN AND THEN SECOND THERES THE KIND THAT WERE BAGGY CLOTHING CUSS AT PASSING BY STRANGERS SMOKE POT AND THINK all WHITES ARE TRASH NOW TO ME THE SECOND ONE, ITS LIKE YOUR TRYING TO PROVE TO WHITES THAT BLACKS ARE BAD PEOPLE makes me sad to think that something as stupid as the color of skin has made the world full of hatred. im only 16 years old and i understand that racism isnt acceptable. now knowing half the us adults are racist well that just shows theres little hope for the world when it comes to racism NOW I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE “DEENDA MYDICK” BUT TO ME BY THE LANGUAGE YOUR USING, ALL THEM CUSS WORDS YOUR MAKING IT ROUGH ON YOURSELF HOW I SEE IT IS THERES 2 TYPES OF BLACK MEN ONE THERES THE KIND THAT ACTS DECENT AND PROVES TO THE WORLD THAT THE BLACK MAN IS JUST AS GOOD AS THE WHITE MAN AND THEN SECOND THERES THE KIND THAT WERE BAGGY CLOTHING CUSS AT PASSING BY STRANGERS SMOKE POT AND THINK all WHITES ARE TRASH NOW TO ME THE SECOND ONE, ITS LIKE YOUR TRYING TO PROVE TO WHITES THAT BLACKS ARE BAD PEOPLE

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