All this bitching about black is PISSING me off. What the hell is wrong with black? You wouldn’t want to be called black? What’s wrong with black?
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.
Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.
Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.
That’s, uh, that’s Johnny Cash by the way.
I wear black everyday.
Kinda funny, in lots of modern movies and music, yes, the white people are the bad guys! They’re the ones who shoot up all the birdies in the sky and kidnap the children and What planet have you been on Scylla? I’m not really mad, I’m just pretending. It’s all just a bit (kuroashi checks what forum he’s in) whacky.
I’d like to think like lobley , but lotsa people like to have a sense of identity, something that, more than tells other people what ethnic group they are, tells the person him/herself what group they belong in. That can have both negative and positive effects.
Why don’t we, rather than name people after animals, name our “races” afterthe most disgusting thing possible? In Mongolia, I have heard, parents name their children things like “Dog Snot” and “Bird Shit” because if their names are too fancy, a god will carry the child away, so they try to be as humble as possible.
Let’s all be different tribes of the Mud People. Depending on your tone you can be your very favorite type of mud.
No, I’m being facetious. A name IS a name, and has no meaning outside of what we give it after that. That point has already been made.
