Is it not possible that at the time, they were struggling to eat from flimsy paper plates?
LHoD, you have probably just won the thread. Excellent work.
“One example of covert racism was the use of the term ‘jungle music’ to refer to rock and roll. … But the real purpose of using that term was to connect rock with the jungle, or black Africa, and to imply that rock and roll had to be scorned because it was the music of blacks, who were ‘savages’.”
Q.E.D.
Not racism, in this case, but homophobia.
A lady I was working with and her husband. In casual conversation we were briefly talking about a movie I had just seen. It was a romantic comedy. He said something to the effect, “Oh, that fag movie.” It struck me that he was such a 100% male “guy” that he couldn’t even conceive of a movie appealing to women (and that it was more correctly a “chick flick”). Instead, in his world view, his only filter was “I’m a guy. The world exists for guys. What kind of guy would see this movie?” Now, he wasn’t calling me a “fag” at all - just the movie.
I so want to actually see this thing. I take it you don’t have a copy or anything, right? I sure can’t find it with a precursory Google search on the term, but just a few references to it.
I know I’ll fail, but it still seems like it would be interesting to take that test.
I wonder if there’s an option called “SOUL? I intellectually know of this thing you people who identify with the African-American culture call “soul”, but everything that I’ve heard that supposedly has it seems FAKE FAKE FAKE to me and mainly useful for getting into pants.”
I didn’t follow all the links but any Steely Dan references yet?
A few years ago, I was at a thanksgiving dinner at a cousin’s house. I was watching football, and a black wide receiver dropped a pass. This old white guy next to me (I think he was a cousin’s wife’s dad) said to nobody in particular, “I bet he would have caught that if it was a watermelon.” He thought it was a hilarious comment, since the stereotype is that Black Americans love watermelon.
My BIL is overtly racist. Although for some reason he claims to he’s not. There are too many examples, some things include him working in the word “black” to describe people he dislike such as those at the Atlanta airports. Ever. single. time. He picked me up there, it would be a rant on the “make work for blacks” program is the reason that Atlanta airport employees are black. He’s humor impaired so he didn’t understand my mock outrage at the “make work for whites” program in Oslo.
I was ill and needed a to visit the ER. On the way, he suggest I let them know that I’m not one of the hordes of Mexican immigrants. Why? Are doctors going to treat me better because I’ve got more Northern European blood?
The final straw was on one rant where he told me the problem with America was that whites weren’t having enough babies. As I reminded him, my children are only half white. I finally told my sister that I’m not comfortable having my children around him. That was only an excuse, really I’m just too tired of listening to him.
We grew up in what was then lily white east side of Salt Lake City. The first black girl I met was in high school. My mother would not allow anything racist in our household.
In contrast, my cousins were more typical and always were telling racist jokes. Looking back it was just something they said because everyone thought it was supposed to be funny. They didn’t know any minorities either. I don’t look back with fondness about that part of growing up in the 60s and 70s.
People complain about too much PC, but I remember where we came from.
Truth, TB. One of my best friends in high school was half black at an almost entirely white school. Somebody stole her agenda and returned it to her with a noose circling a date that said “Leave this school or this is the day you die, nigger.”
That was 1997.
I linked to an extant version in post #63 above. Have at it! (The monetary values are from circa 1970.)
Not racism, per se, but certainly smelled like bigotry:
Last week, I was asked if I were Muslim - Specifically because of my beard (which I will admit is fairly epic).
I replied that I was a “Born Again French Lumberjack.”
I expect he’s still trying to figure that one out.
Are you absolutely certain he wasn’t a fan of The Four Tops?
I grew up in Wisconsin, but 20+ years ago, I lived in Washington DC and surrounding areas. There was a crab restaurant on upper Wisconsin Avenue with a bar overhead. I was in the bar once (well, more than once - but this only happened once) and used a racial comment as a joke. (Sorry) The bartender shushed me and pointed toward the door/stairs. A number of -to me- normal looking black people were entering. A few hours later, after eating and having a few drinks, they left. The bartender came up to me and said: “Goddammit Yankee, you gotta be more careful about your talk when niggers come in!”
I have lived in Wisconsin for 20+ years and never heard anything like this…
Nawth Chucka wrote: “Those of you who don’t want to bother, it’s a group of black men singing a song w/ the word Jungle in the title.
As to the point of their posting it, E-DUB will have to speak for themselves.”
My point was that the gentleman in question may have thought that the Beatles sounded too much like this song, which he disliked. This song not only has the word jungle in the title, but has actual jungle sounds in the background. It also stands as an prime example of how black musicians had to, at one time, play into cultural stereotypes if they wished any success beyond their own community. I thought all that was fairly obvious.:dubious: