my black family
Since it's black history month I thought who better to talk about then my black family. So this won't be the worlds longest entry I'm going to divide this up a little. In this episode of My Black Family we are going to discuss the Thompsons. The Thompsons consist of my maternal grandmother (affectionately known as granny) and all 15 of her siblings and all 754374373 of their offspring.
The Thompsons are an interesting family because great-grandaddy (granny's dad) was a slave and his master actually gave him his 40 acres and mule plus an additional 60 acres and some other farm animals and half a lake (it's really written that half the lake belongs to him). So each one of his children received five acres of land for a birthday gift and then the other area is just kind of open land where they have built houses where people rent from and go hunting and etc. On the other side of this lake is the plantation land where a majority of the slave masters offspring live and still have like 300 acres of land and the other half of the lake. So the 400 acres of land and lake are collectively known as Thompson Quarters... where the former masters and former slaves offspring live as one big happy family... yeah right.
You'd think with all the land and opportunities that we'd be rolling in some dough utilizing the fruits of the earth. Not so. My grandmother is country citified and has five acres just chilling as well as other sisters, only two live on the land (along with some freeloading offspring) and they don't really give a shit what goes on because they are caught in the matrix and still feel indebted to the white man in some way and feels it wouldn't be right to develop the land more.
So what do we use the land for a hot ass picnic every other July, fish fry's, a meetup spot for homecoming at the "home church" and a place to torture the bougie citified family members children (such as my self) in the summer time to show them what living in the country with no a/c and cable is like.
Growing up I used to always wonder who was this 3000 year old white man and his 2000 year old side kick at all the cookouts, reunions, etc. I never asked though. Then one day I asked my cousin and he asked my aunt and she said that was the slavemasters son and grandson. Whoa, screeech, lets push pause. WHAT the f*ck is the slave masters family doing at our shyt. Dude's dad gives 100 acres and now he can come eat some potato salad, and fried fish and corn and snap peas and stuff. I don't think so. So I went to the person where I acquired all my keep it real genes from, my granny. Granny broke it down that if she had her way she'd tie him to a plow and make his ass pick cotton, but her sisters felt that since his family "was soo good to us we should extend an invite."
Soo good?!?! you've got to be f*cking kidding me. Who gives a shyt if he gave 100 acres of land some donkey's and cows and half a lake. That dude had their father as his slave and from the pictures I saw of great grandaddy his ass was no where in the house or even near the house. He was waaaay in the field cause his ass looked like John Henry. That man got land because he was one of the "hardest working Negroes" that Thompson met (yes that shyt is written on the contract/deed for the land). That meant he was in the field busting his ass, getting hazed and pledging trying to cross his ass into freedom. So what if his crossing gift was 100 acres you say thank you and keep moving. You sure as hell don't feel indebted damn near 100 years later.
I knew that day I needed to take my card carrying afro wearing militant black panther ass somewhere before I got my family's land taken back lol...I'm sure it's a clause in there somewhere about if the Negroes revolt take the shyt back.
So I didn't beat up the that old Strom Thurmond looking man... he ended up dying like two weeks later (so I might have felt bad if I would have tied him to a tree and made him say his name was Toby like I wanted to).
But I wonder why do we feel indebted to people that we don't owe shyt to?
The Thompsons are an interesting family because great-grandaddy (granny's dad) was a slave and his master actually gave him his 40 acres and mule plus an additional 60 acres and some other farm animals and half a lake (it's really written that half the lake belongs to him). So each one of his children received five acres of land for a birthday gift and then the other area is just kind of open land where they have built houses where people rent from and go hunting and etc. On the other side of this lake is the plantation land where a majority of the slave masters offspring live and still have like 300 acres of land and the other half of the lake. So the 400 acres of land and lake are collectively known as Thompson Quarters... where the former masters and former slaves offspring live as one big happy family... yeah right.
You'd think with all the land and opportunities that we'd be rolling in some dough utilizing the fruits of the earth. Not so. My grandmother is country citified and has five acres just chilling as well as other sisters, only two live on the land (along with some freeloading offspring) and they don't really give a shit what goes on because they are caught in the matrix and still feel indebted to the white man in some way and feels it wouldn't be right to develop the land more.
So what do we use the land for a hot ass picnic every other July, fish fry's, a meetup spot for homecoming at the "home church" and a place to torture the bougie citified family members children (such as my self) in the summer time to show them what living in the country with no a/c and cable is like.
Growing up I used to always wonder who was this 3000 year old white man and his 2000 year old side kick at all the cookouts, reunions, etc. I never asked though. Then one day I asked my cousin and he asked my aunt and she said that was the slavemasters son and grandson. Whoa, screeech, lets push pause. WHAT the f*ck is the slave masters family doing at our shyt. Dude's dad gives 100 acres and now he can come eat some potato salad, and fried fish and corn and snap peas and stuff. I don't think so. So I went to the person where I acquired all my keep it real genes from, my granny. Granny broke it down that if she had her way she'd tie him to a plow and make his ass pick cotton, but her sisters felt that since his family "was soo good to us we should extend an invite."
Soo good?!?! you've got to be f*cking kidding me. Who gives a shyt if he gave 100 acres of land some donkey's and cows and half a lake. That dude had their father as his slave and from the pictures I saw of great grandaddy his ass was no where in the house or even near the house. He was waaaay in the field cause his ass looked like John Henry. That man got land because he was one of the "hardest working Negroes" that Thompson met (yes that shyt is written on the contract/deed for the land). That meant he was in the field busting his ass, getting hazed and pledging trying to cross his ass into freedom. So what if his crossing gift was 100 acres you say thank you and keep moving. You sure as hell don't feel indebted damn near 100 years later.
I knew that day I needed to take my card carrying afro wearing militant black panther ass somewhere before I got my family's land taken back lol...I'm sure it's a clause in there somewhere about if the Negroes revolt take the shyt back.
So I didn't beat up the that old Strom Thurmond looking man... he ended up dying like two weeks later (so I might have felt bad if I would have tied him to a tree and made him say his name was Toby like I wanted to).
But I wonder why do we feel indebted to people that we don't owe shyt to?
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