reading the " slavery " diary
inspired me to share my point of view
it'a true story hope you enjoy
WHISTLING DIXIE
"i wish i was in the land of cotton
where old times arent soon forgotten
look away look away look away...."
the road to bogor turns and twists up up up the hill to surang #2 the guesthouse of mr kar chouk. somehow the conversation turned towards america and american politics and american history. a comment was made about slavery. i cringed inside and moments later, manuela thin and blond and from latvia looked at me and said. "you're american, african-american, yes? what is your opinion about this, yes?" i thought "bloody damn and hell"
and i thought about the view, a dense undulating carpet of palm and other trees extending to the horizen. slavery i dont know, and maybe the problem wasnt the slavery but the liberation especially for the slaves. its the only economic model they knew with housing and food and full employment and now liberated they were thrown into an unknown economic model that offers only survival of the fittest where every man is pitted against every other man and satan will taken possession of the bedeviled.
while streching my arms in to the air i said "my opinion is that we're not drunk enough"
and to the housegirl "toi, nam whiskey, ar kun"
"....wish i was in dixie hooray hooray
in dixie land i'll take my stand
look away look away
look away down south
to dixie"