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In The South: I Am African-American

  In the South: I Am African-American, it is slightly one of the most confusing things to go through.  I'm living in N.C., (none of the more Native-American parts of the state).  There is a slight struggle to who should black men/guys befriend more..not only with other ethnic groups, but, to befriend dred heads, or non-dred heads.  Men with dreds, or who wear different stripes/plaid, question any other black guy, (like anyone else), to make sure he's not, 'on the d-low,' but, I can relate to them, when it comes to not getting a job as fast as someone who never had both ears pierced.   With the grace of God, and prayer, one can get a job just as fast as anyone else.  Plus, there are somewhat always people watching for how a black man/black teen boy is going to walk, speak, or do pretty much anything.  If he's unemployed, and happens to be walking, he almost betta' watch out, (if he has or doesn't have something to hide). I don't have nothin' to hide. I ain't bisexual, gay, or whateva', one may try to see, prying into my business.  As far as I'm concerned, this watch on black guys, kicked up a notch in the 80's. Well, slightly during the time that I was not even around. Then it got slightly worse in the 90's.  After that, it kicked up notches, after Donnie Mclurkin came out with his books. Literally, 'came out,' and told all of his life stories.  Well, what had happened for him to become gay, and how he conquered over those lifestyles. Plus, because that one man came out with that book, 'On the D-Low.'  I'm not complaining, that they came out with those books, simply those things had happened.
Turique Turique 22-25, M 2 Responses Aug 14, 2012

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I non-cockily thank God, that I am standing up, oh finally saying, 'I am not trash.' So, okay, one person here or there may think that I just need to dress a little more mature. I may just do that, 'cause I am almost tired of thinking, 'This or that person thinks that I am almost trash, for assuming that I am something besides straight.' A person could be looking at what I'm wearing, and make a kind of rude gesture, not even see me walk. Yet, kindly, it's time for a slight change. Even if the change is mostly with what I'm thinking, when the rude gestures come along. I'll change a few ways, that I dress too.

Turique, I am a Old Head. I have been around for 60 years, and I have seen and done more in the first 15 years of my life than most people have done in 60 years. So, with that said, let me tell you, you have more to be proud of than you have to be ashamed of, regardless of what your lifestyle is, because you are insightful enough to know that as a young Black man in America, you are under a microscope.<br />
I moved to South Carolina in 1988 from New Jersey. I worked as a dental laboratory technician in New Jersey afrer graduating from high school in 1971, so we are talking about 17 years. I moved to South Carolina under the impression that a job was waiting for me, but once I settled into my newly purchaced home, I quickly discovered that the job did not exsist. So, I started washing cars in my driveway. I prayed and asked God to help me find a garage to work out of because I feared that my neighbors would suspect me of engaging in some sort of illegal activity, and it wasn't long afterwards that a neighbor, who happened to be a real estate agent, came to my house and got his car cleaned. He was so impressed with my work, he told me about a garage for rent in a nearby location.<br />
I quickly went to see the garage, and moved in. I purchaced a sign, mailed out flyers and declaired myself in business.<br />
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It wasn't long afterwards that the police began watching me. One of my police acquaintences gave me the heads up that I was being watched. He actually told me that he had been watching me himself long before I even met him. He told me that he told his co workers there was no way I could have been selling drugs, which is what they suspected me of doing. He said that I did not fit the MO of a drug dealer because I worked too hard.<br />
m,"Why do everybody think that a Black man is selling drugs. Why can't I be a pimp?"<br />
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But his co workers were not hearing him. They were determined to set me up. So they sent some Uncle Tom Negro to my place of business with a bag full of money and another bag full of cocaine, wrapped up in Cling Wrap, like gold bars. He told me that I could have all the money if I would help him sell his dope.<br />
I told the young man that I was old school and that Black people in America lived better in the sixties than they did in any other time in the history of America. And the powers that be were determined to derail us by pumping dope into our communities, and how their success was made possible by people like himself. I went on to tell the young man that he appeared to be a good soldier, but he was in the wrong army and he was a trader and should be shot down as such.<br />
He looked at me with partial fear. I knew that the white man had sent him to me because there was no way he would be walking the streets with that much money and dope without a police escort, and if I would have as much as reached out and touched either bag, police would have come out of the wood work from every direction and my butt would still be in jail.<br />
So, don't be uncomfortable with your feelings of being watched. The mere fact that I typed the words "Dope" Uncle Tom Negro" and" jail" in the same writing has brought undue attention to myself. Melcom X said, "I am living in a country where Baptist preachers get shot down and killed in church and presidents get assasinated. Why would I not be afraid for my life?"<br />
Keep watching, but don't be paralyzed by the boggie man. Don't get spookie.<p></p>