Lower Manhattanite's Family Reunion - A Must Read Click HERE to Bring Up Full Post

Lower Manhattanite of Group News Blog, Sept. 5, 2007 (note: context-appropriate extreme language below the fold)

There was a note about the local nightspots. Namely, that there were none. Save for the juke joint down the road a piece across from the “Fish Shack”, and of course, the few spots some 35 minutes away in Wilmington. But one of the note's points of interest got some of the young people going. It stated, that after 8:00 P.M., NO ONE WAS TO GO DOWN ACROSS THE RAILROAD TRACKS, PAST THE GREEN HOUSE (an actual green-colored house), AS THAT WAS THE DEMARCATION LINE BETWEEN FREE-GOING COUNTRY, AND KLAN TERRITORY.

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And then my Uncle R. The supposedly “crazy” Uncle R. (mentioned in comments in Jesse's “Genius” post) stood up, towering in his crisp overalls and bright red work shirt—and brought his frying pan-sized hand down suddenly on a table, and it boomed like a grenade in the lunchroom, stopping us all dead in our tracks.

He thundered, “Ya'll have no clue do you? No clue at all! I read the papers—I hear about what goes on up north. Cops shootin' you down every God-blessed day, but that's okay! That's fine! And then you all come down here, thinkin' everything is fine and mellow. You haven't a care in the world. And you leave your brains at home and forget the simplest things. Do you have the common sense that God gave a gnat? Do you understand where-you-are?”

This story is not from the 1950s, but from 1993. In 1993, I was finishing up my second year of law school. In 1993, Lower Manhattanite and his cousins at a family reunion in North Carolina were warned not to across the railroad tracks into town, lest the Klan execute them, which the Klan or other assassins attempted to do.



Go read the whole thing. It is always a correct move, in my mind, to take the time to read Lower Manhattanite's work, but this may be one of the five most powerful things I have ever read on the net. This kind of writing makes me proud, very proud, to be a blogger, no matter what slanders this whining, pampered aristocratic imbecile Richard Cohen says, to whom Atrios and Markos Moulitsas were far too gentle. Cohen and his ass-kissing editors cannot hold a candle to the writing quality of Lower Manhattanite.