N-ggas and Flies, I Do Despise

Are there now two different sets of black people, “black people” and “niggas?” In “Bring the Pain,” Chris Rock declared, “I love black people, but I hate niggas!” I feel the same way. It’s official now.

This weekend, I took my wife and 3 month-old son to the Footlocker outlet, which happens to be in South Central Los Angeles. As soon as we walked in, I noticed a security guard–strapped with a .45–standing near the door, eyeballing everyone that walked in. That distinct form of ghetto tension was in the air. (You know what I’m talking about.) Brothas with bandanas and their pants hanging off their butts were circling everywhere, tearing through boxes of shoes, cursing and making plenty of unnecessary noise. At one point, one brother yells to his friend clear across the store, “Hey, f-ck you, nigga!!” There were children everywhere within earshot.

Here I am, feeling square as a cardboard box, wedding ring on my finger, wife by my side pushing a stoller with a baby in it, and these negroes are losing their minds. We stayed about 4 minutes and got out of there quickly. It was just too risky; you never know what can happen.

I told my buddying Mike about it yesterday, and this was his email response:

“You KNOW I hate those types of suckas. I have zero tolerance for them. I’d fight and probably kill an ignorant ni__a in a heartbeat. I literally cannot stand them to the point that when I see or hear one of them I get very angry. VERY.”

Then I come home, turn on the TV, and it’s some more ig’nant n-ggas on BET and MTV doing their best to set us all back in exchange for a dollar.

TheStateOf. . .N-ggas and Flies. I am now convinced that there are just simply two types of black people: black people and n-ggas. I go to the ghetto, and I honestly feel that I don’t have that much in common with folks. To be honest, I’m more comfortable around white people than I am n-ggas. Please spare me the “J is a sellout” garbage. I’m talking about rude, ignorant, violent, noisy, lazy n-ggas, not “poor black people.” It’s a manners thing; not a money thing. I know I’m not alone. And I know I’m putting in my work to make things better.