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
Zpátky během otroctví, když černoši jako já mluvili s otroky,
Nezabili "Em, poslali nějaký starý dům černoch, aby se vrátili, co řekl.
Musíte si přečíst historii otroctví, abyste to pochopili.
Byly tam dva druhy černochů. Tam byl ten starý dům Negro a pole Negro
A dům Negro vždycky podíval na svého pána. Když se pole černošilo příliš mnoho z řady, držel je zpět. Dal 'EM zpět na plantáže. Dům Negro si to dovolit, protože žil lépe než pole Negro. Lepší, lépe oblečený a žil v lepším domě. Žil nahoru vedle svého mistra - v podkroví nebo suterénu. Jedl stejným jídlem, který je jeho mistr jedl a měl stejné oblečení. A on by mohl mluvit stejně jako jeho pán - dobrá dikce. A miloval svého mistra více, než se jeho mistr miloval. Proto nechtěl, aby jeho pán zranil. Kdyby se mistr nemocný, řekl: "Co se děje, šéfe, jsme nemocní?" Když se mistrovský dům chytil v obálce, zkusil to a dát oheň. Nechtěl, aby jeho mistrovský dům spálen. Nikdy nechtěl, aby jeho mistrovský majitel hrozil. A byl to více defenzivnější než mistr
To byl dům Negro. Ale pak jsi měl nějaké pole černochy, kteří žili v chatích, neměl co ztratit. Měli na sobě nejhoršího oblečení. Jedli nejhorší jídlo. A chytili peklo. Cítili bodnutí řasy. Nenáviděli svůj pán. Ach ano, udělali. Kdyby byl Mistr nemocný, modlili se, že mistr zemřel. Pokud se mistrovský dům chytil ven a modlili se za silný vítr. To byl rozdíl mezi oběma
A dnes ještě máte dům černoši a pole černochy. Jsem pole negro