Otis Redding-Pain in My Heart The Red Brick House

The time period was the mid Sixties. We were taught to be proud of the new red brick "home" , my "parents" just purchased in Savoy Heights. A new housing development just for "negros" that "Qualified".

Brick! One and a half baths, three tiny bedrooms. No garage, not even a carport. Central air wasn't a thing, then. We did have Central heat. For some reason the the Washer /Dryer had to be outside! It was totally ridiculous. Every time you needed to wash clothes, you had to go outside...to a Storage room!

Why did those "two" agree to buy it? What was the rush? ****** was on his way to Viet Nam and mjw was "chopping at the bit". The old closet Nymp was tired of playing lame ass, married house wife.

The absolute saddest fact is; it is true, We were Blessed! The white man in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in the Sixties, had his whole , total foot, up a nigger's ass.

Shit! "It is what IT is!" Most people treat all POC (people of color) like SHIT!

IT is not just a Habit, IT is so normalized, you shall be Salivated if complaining, ever, simply crosses your mind.

Not only are We treated like Palestinians , We better not complain. "And yo'bed NOT say SHIT!" "Dry 'dem fucking tears!" "The mo'you cry the less you piss."

However, I'm BEAMING! Grateful! Engulf in Grace and Mercy!

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