Over the course of my 13 years in Japan I have found that many of my feelings I just can’t express well in Nihongo. The Japanese “cuss” words just don’t do it for me. For example, all the feelings I would use “Fuck” to express in English, I simply couldn’t feel with its Japanese counterpart. So I was forced to create […]
I had planned to write a travel piece about Haiti, describing how idyllic she is: the lush green countryside, the cloud-capped mountains, the clear blue waters, the wistful art, the dignified people, their soul-stirring courage, etc… Then give an account of the trouble in paradise, Haiti’s well-documented downside: The political unrest, the undermining corruption, the […]
I’m talking about the man who brought the orient to the hood, who could bring his feet and fist to a gunfight and bop away beneath a shower of his opponent’s blood and teeth, the undisputed world champion of taking shit from no one, the shogun of soul, the sensei of sin, the monk of funk, the master of disaster…y’all know who I’m talking about!
Now, some of y’all probably know there was an East coast – West coast feud back in the 90s, but fortunately at this time, it was in the way early days of that foolishness, so I didn’t hesitate to say New York. Never do whenever I venture to flyover America, which is basically anywhere but New York — to a New Yorker.
“Oh word!?” one said. “What you doing in these parts bruh?!”
“I’m a tourist,” I confessed.
This is clearly a thing, so people who have not had this happen to them could you please refrain from suggesting that it doesn’t happen, or from suggesting it’s something that doesn’t require addressing because “at least they’re not killing you like in America…you guys are never satisfied”? Why? Because it’s disrespectful to the people who have endured it consistently.