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
Tilbage under slaveri, når sorte mennesker som mig talte til slaverne,
De dræbte ikke dem, de sendte nogle gamle House Negro sammen bag ham for at fortryde, hvad han sagde.
Du skal læse slaveriets historie for at forstå dette.
Der var to slags negre. Der var den gamle house negro og mark negro
Og huset Negro kiggede altid ud for sin herre. Da field Negroes fik for meget ude af køen, holdt han dem tilbage i check. Han lagde dem tilbage på plantagen. Huset Negro havde råd til at gøre det, fordi han levede bedre end Field Negro. Han spiste bedre, han klædte sig bedre, og han boede i et bedre hus. Han levede lige op ved siden af hans mester - på loftet eller kælderen. Han spiste den samme mad, hans mester spiste og havde sit samme tøj. Og han kunne snakke ligesom sin mester - god diktion. Og han elskede sin herre mere end hans herre elskede sig selv. Derfor ønskede han ikke, at hans mester gør ondt. Hvis mesteren blev syg, ville han sige: "Hvad er sagen, chef, vi er syge?" Da mesterens hus fangede afire, ville han forsøge at sætte ilden ud. Han ønskede ikke, at hans kandidat hus brændte. Han ønskede aldrig, at hans mesters ejendom truede. Og han var mere defensiv af det end mesteren var
Det var huset negro. Men så havde du nogle feltøgre, der boede i hytter, havde intet at tabe. De havde den værste slags tøj. De spiste den værste mad. Og de fangede helvede. De følte sting af lash. De hadede deres herre. Åh ja, de gjorde det. Hvis mesteren blev syg, ville de bede om, at mesteren døde. Hvis mesterens hus fangede afire, ville de bede om en stærk vind at komme sammen. Dette var forskellen mellem de to
Og i dag har du stadig House Negroes og Field Negroes. Jeg er en felt negro