A couple months back i went to a soul food restaurant in SF with a good friend. We were seated and scanned the menu. We sat waiting for our ribs and fried chicken. We looked at the pictures on the wall, pictures that reflected the city that we lived in. I looked at the people in the restaurant. I looked at the servers. There was something strange. Then it hit me–there were no black people in the restaurant (except for one, sitting with an Asian girl eating). But this soul food restaurant had no black servers or cooks. It was the strangest thing, almost like going into a Chinese restaurant and not seeing any Chinese people. I brought this to the attention of our server, a pleasant Asian girl. She didn’t really notice, being busy serving macaroni and cheese etc. To me it’s a damn shame, the dwindling numbers of African Americans in San Francisco, the mass exodus. It is said that the black population is approximately the same number as the seating at Candlestick Park. A soul food restaurant without black people. The food was good but it was missing something. Maybe it was soul.
Stupid is the new smart
(that’s the worst thing that i can confess…)
“Latin people don’t old fast”
–Charlie S. on why his 76 year old mother looks so good
I was watching downhill skiing last night and the network cut to a commercial. It was for makeup aimed specifically at women of color. That was the first time i’d seen a commercial for such a product. And to think i had to wait for that colorful spectacle known as the winter olympics to see it.
“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink”
“eating greasy chinese food together…Uncle Al always grabbing my arm whenever he spoke to me….he came out to my last event when I was living in Oakland (May 2008) but he was so tired that he fell asleep…I’ll never forget the man who rapped with 10,000 carabao’s. I pray that he’s chilling with all the Manong’s on Ifugao mountain….Much love and respect….From the Hip Hop Generation to Uncle Al, our hero!!!!”