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Redefining the "N" Word
Redefining the "N" Word
Redefining the "N" Word
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Nigga” the most controversial word to come out of the English language. Some hate it, some love it, and some just don’t care. Yet, it has become one of the most widely used words to define the modern black in America today. What do I mean? What was your reaction to the title of this book?
Did you see someone harshly spit that word out in a southern drawl? Did you see someone use it while giving dap, then affectionately converse about the hood? Did you see someone scream it in rage as they repeatedly shoot someone? Was it rhymed in a lyric to a new song? Or, is it a word that has no meaning until you randomly decide to give it one? The word “Nigga” is grossly offensive to some but not to others. However, as a diverse people, we have one thing in common with the word nigga. How do we take the conflicting messages of what this peculiarly ambiguous word means and bring resolution to them?This book attempts to do that by placing you right in the middle of that cultural battle.

William G.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateNov 14, 2014
ISBN9781312677463
Redefining the "N" Word
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Gary Scott

Gary Scott is a itinerant zen mendicant who dwells largely in the shadowy netherworld of other people's imaginations — particularly that of author Scott Fitzgerald Gray, for whom Gary is a nom de plume covering Scott's lighter writings and humor.

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    Redefining the "N" Word - Gary Scott

    Redefining the "N" Word

    REDEFINING THE N

    WORD

    By Gary Scott

    Table of Contents

    Please Help a Nigga out

    Preacher Man

    Crazy Shirley

    Stuttering Larry

    100 Percent

    Nigga, I Ain’t Worried ‘Bout Nothin’

    Revelation: Can you help a Nigga out?

    FORWARD

    Nigga the most controversial word to come out of the English language. Some hate it, some love it, and some just don’t care. Yet, it has become one of the most widely used words to define the modern black in America today.  What do I mean? What was your reaction to the title of this book? 

    Did you see someone harshly spit that word out in a southern drawl? Did you see someone use it while giving dap, then affectionately converse about the hood? Did you see someone scream it in rage as they repeatedly shoot someone? Was it rhymed in a lyric to a new song? Or, is it a word that has no meaning until you randomly decide to give it one? 

    The word Nigga is grossly offensive to some but not to others.  The word may regularly be used by one group but its use is frowned upon by another. However, as a diverse people, we have one thing in common with the word nigga. It is part of our culture and our history.

    How do we take the conflicting messages of what this peculiarly ambiguous word means and bring resolution to them?  

    We do it by opening an honest dialogue that includes both blacks and whites and every ethnicity in between. This book attempts to do that by placing you right in the middle of that cultural battle. ~ William G

    Please Help a Nigga out

    My granddaddy used to say, There ain't no such thing as a Nigga. Niggas are a figment of the imagination; a mental construct.  An idea created to keep men down. A way of thinking that only existed in a man's mind. My granddaddy also picked his lottery numbers from a book of dreams that he kept under his bed. If he had a dream and saw a white rabbit hopping across a freshly cut lawn on Labor Day it meant you played numbers 572. If the dream was him riding on a bus uptown and a guy wearing a purple suit with a red feather in his hat, gets on the bus with exact change, and ask if the bus is heading downtown, you played 769. So we didn't take what granddaddy said too seriously. Besides I live in the hood, and in the hood niggas were everywhere.

    I had just left what I knew was a waste of time, another job interview. I didn't want my friend Tony to know, but this hustling thing was getting really old and I was getting tired. At the same time, this job hunting thing wasn’t going any better. It was always the same story, Sorry sir, but we just filled that position yesterday, or You just don't fit the criteria. No matter how it was worded it all meant the same thing, sorry we don't hire ex-cons. 

    I should have listened to mama. She told me to stay out them streets, but I wouldn’t listen. Yeah, I should have listened to my mama. Actually, I should have listened to a lot of people.

    Like they say, ain't no sense crying over spilled milk. Besides, ain't nobody going to listen anyway. Naw, ain't no sense crying, time to get on this job. It’s the only job I've known for the last few years and the only way I can seem to find a way to pay the bills. I ain't proud of it, but what can you do? 

    Ok, time to pull up to the spot, time to put in this work. As I get out of the car, I see my boy Tony. What would I do without this nigga? We had known each other since junior high. He's always had my back, always. 

    What up, I yelled to Tony as I take my place in our make shift office on the corner of Gray and Nash street.

    Chillin, just chillin, Tony answers back.

    Tony was always chilling. This was one of the most laid back brothers I’d ever seen. He was cool people though, cool people. Just then one of the local girls walks by.

    Hey, Tony! Who is that? I yell.

    Tony waves his hand before he answers.  After all, he's seen this girl every day, and every day she catches his attention. 

    Oh, that's Mike's sister Darlene, Tony answers back.

    We both pause and give Darlene the respect a body like hers deserves. 

    I ain't mad at you. I ain't mad at you. Man that girl is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, but as fine as she is you will never see me marrying a black woman.

    What? Tony answers back in shock.

    While looking him in the eye and taking my seat, I quickly and authoritatively restate my position. You will never see me marrying a black woman. That’s right. No black women for me. When I get married, I'm going to get me a snow bunny.

    A what? Tony replies.

    Yeah man, a snow bunny!

    A snow bunny is how we brothers in the neighborhood referred to the white girls that frequent the neighborhood clubs and parties trying to catch a bit of that jungle fever.  I wanted one, don't know why, I just wanted one. Kind of like you want a pair of new Jordan's, I just wanted one. 

    Absolutely no black women for me, when I get married, it’ll be to a white woman only. I’m going to get me a snow bunny.

    Tony just shakes his head.

    That’s right, a snow bunny. I ain’t got time for all that attitude and drama.

    Drama? answers Tony.

    I still can’t believe the brother is not picking up what

    I'm laying down, so school's still in session.

    Yeah, drama man, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You see it every day on TV. What they call them things, those wives shows? You know what I’m talking about. Oh yeah, the real house wives of Bankhead.

    You mean Atlanta? says Tony.

    I know what I said. I meant Bankhead. Nobody that says they live in Atlanta really live in Atlanta. They probably from Bankhead, every nigga you talk to that’s from Georgia talking bout they live in the A.T.L. The place ain’t but that big.

    But Bankhead is in Atlanta? says Tony.

    Well it ain’t the good part. The real house wives of Bankhead! If they not from Bankhead they should be. They fine.  They got all that money, nice big houses, their own businesses, and they still popping their necks, cussing, yelling and fighting. If you got all that and you still acting the fool, then ain’t nothing a brother like me can do for you, but get out the way. They act worse than my baby mama did last year when I let my sister claim one of my boys on her income tax.  I don’t know what she was mad about because I gave her fifty dollars.

    Man you wrong for that. Don’t they have a white girl on the show? Tony laughs.

    Now I really get on my soapbox. Affirmative action, affirmative action, that’s all that is! They had to let one of them on for ratings. Half the time the sisters be in her face cause they think she’s trying to be too hood. Like I said, a snow bunny. I can see it now. She will bring me my slippers, my pipe, and a glass of Chardonnay, I said while holding my imaginary

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