Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves,
they didn't kill 'em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him to undo what he said.
You have to read the history of slavery to understand this.
There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old house Negro and the field Negro
Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves,
they didn't kill 'em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him to undo what he said.
You have to read the history of slavery to understand this.
There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old house Negro and the field Negro
And the house Negro always looked out for his master. When the field Negroes got too much out of line, he held them back in check. He put 'em back on the plantation. The house Negro could afford to do that because he lived better than the field Negro. He ate better, he dressed better, and he lived in a better house. He lived right up next to his master - in the attic or the basement. He ate the same food his master ate and wore his same clothes. And he could talk just like his master - good diction. And he loved his master more than his master loved himself. That's why he didn't want his master hurt. If the master got sick, he'd say, "What's the matter, boss, we sick?" When the master's house caught afire, he'd try and put the fire out. He didn't want his master's house burned. He never wanted his master's property threatened. And he was more defensive of it than the master was
That was the house Negro. But then you had some field Negroes, who lived in huts, had nothing to lose. They wore the worst kind of clothes. They ate the worst food. And they caught hell. They felt the sting of the lash. They hated their master. Oh yes, they did. If the master got sick, they'd pray that the master died. If the master's house caught afire, they'd pray for a strong wind to come along. This was the difference between the two
And today you still have house Negroes and field Negroes. I'm a field Negro
Späť počas otroctva, keď sa chlapci, ako som ja hovorili s otrokmi,
Nezabili em, poslali nejaký starý dom negro, aby sa vrátili, čo povedal.
Musíte si prečítať históriu otroctva, aby ste to pochopili.
Tam boli dva druhy černochov. Tam bol ten starý dom negro a pole negro
A dom Negro sa vždy pozrel na svojho pána. Keď sa pole negroši dostali príliš veľa z riadku, držal ich späť v šeku. Dal 'em späť na plantáž. Dom Negro si to mohol dovoliť, pretože žil lepšie ako pole negro. Jedol lepšie, obliekol sa lepšie a žil v lepšom dome. Žilt hneď vedľa svojho majstra - v podkroví alebo v suteréne. Jedol rovnaké jedlo Jeho Majster jedol a nosil si rovnaké oblečenie. A mohol hovoriť rovnako ako jeho majster - dobrý dikt. A miloval svojho pána viac ako jeho majster sa miloval. Preto nechcel, aby jeho majster bolí. Ak má majster chorý, povedal: "Čo sa deje, šéf, chorí?" Keď sa majster dom chytil asi, sa pokúsila oheň. Nechcel, aby bol dom pána spálený. Nikdy nechal ohrozený majetok svojho majstra. A bol z toho defenzívnejší ako majster bol
To bol dom negro. Ale potom ste mali nejaké oblasti černochov, ktorí žili v chate, nemali čo stratiť. Nosili najhorší druh oblečenia. Jedli najhoršie jedlo. A chytili sa peklo. Cítili bodnutie dráhy. Nenávideli svojho pána. Oh áno, urobili. Ak má majster chorý, modlite sa, že majster zomrel. Ak sa majster dom chytil, sa modlia za silného vetra. To bol rozdiel medzi týmito dvoma
A dnes máte stále negroes a terénne černice. Som pole negro