t**x
发帖数: 20965 | 1 modern house negro!!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kf7fujM4ag
from Field Negro, 耗子。。 | t**x
发帖数: 20965 | | c*******o
发帖数: 8869 | 3 川粉怎么可能在House里？只不过现在地里的条件比以前好些罢了。
【在 t**x 的大作中提到】
: modern house negro!!!!!
: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kf7fujM4ag
: from Field Negro, 耗子。。
| t**x
发帖数: 20965 | 4 川粉虽然不在
犹太和白人精英策略不变，收买有色人种精英
比如马云
: 川粉怎么可能在House里？只不过现在地里的条件比以前好些罢了。
【在 c*******o 的大作中提到】
: 川粉怎么可能在House里？只不过现在地里的条件比以前好些罢了。
| t**x
发帖数: 20965 | 5 这里有一段他的文字（不是上面的video的）
I’ll say one more thing and then I’ll sit down.
Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves, they
didn't kill 'em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him to undo
what he said. You have to read the history of slavery to understand this.
There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old house Negro and the
field Negro.
And the house Negro always looked out for his master. When the field Negroes
got too much out of line, he held them back in check. He put 'em back on
the plantation.
The house Negro could afford to do that because he lived better than the
field Negro. He ate better, he dressed better, and he lived in a better
house. He lived right up next to his master - in the attic or the basement.
He ate the same food his master ate and wore his same clothes. And he
could talk just like his master - good diction. And he loved his master more
than his master loved himself. That's why he didn't want his master hurt.
If the master got sick, he'd say, "What's the matter, boss, we sick?" When
the master's house caught afire, he'd try and put the fire out. He didn't
want his master's house burned. He never wanted his master's property
threatened. And he was more defensive of it than the master was.
That was the house Negro. But then you had some field Negroes, who lived in
huts, had nothing to lose. They wore the worst kind of clothes. They ate the
worst food. And they caught hell. They felt the sting of the lash. They
hated their master. Oh yes, they did. If the master got sick, they'd pray
that the master died. If the master's house caught afire, they'd pray for a
strong wind to come along. This was the difference between the two.
And today you still have house Negroes and field Negroes. I'm a field Negro.
(This version is from Malcolm's message to the Northern Negro Grass Roots
Leadership Conference on 10 November 1963, called Message to the Grassroots,
which can be found in its entirety at http://teachingamericanhistory.org/library/index.asp?document=1145.)
To understand this, you have to go back to what [the] young brother here
referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro — back during slavery.
There was two kinds of slaves.
There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes – they
lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’
cause they ate his food — what he left. They lived in the attic or the
basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved their master
more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the
master’s house quicker than the master would.
The house Negro, if the master said, “We got a good house here,” the house
Negro would say, “Yeah, we got a good house here.” Whenever the master
said, “we,” he said “we.” That’s how you can tell a house Negro. If
the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to
put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house
Negro would say, “What’s the matter, boss, we sick?” We sick! He
identified himself with his master more than his master identified with
himself.
And if you came to the house Negro and said, “Let’s run away, let’s
escape, let’s separate,” the house Negro would look at you and say, “Man,
you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this
? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food
than this?”
That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a “house nigger.”
And that’s what we call him today, because we’ve still got some house
niggers running around here.
This modern house Negro loves his master. He wants to live near him. He’ll
pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near his master,
and then brag about “I’m the only Negro out here.” “I’m the only one
on my job.” “I’m the only one in this school.” You’re nothing but a
house Negro.
And if someone comes to you right now and says, “Let’s separate,” you say
the same thing that the house Negro said on the plantation. “What you mean
, separate? From America? This good white man? Where you going to get a
better job than you get here?” I mean, this is what you say. “I ain’t
left nothing in Africa,” that’s what you say. Why, you left your mind in
Africa.
On that same plantation, there was the field Negro.
The field Negro — those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in
the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field
caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog.
The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left of the insides
of the hog. They call ‘em “chitt’lin’” nowadays. In those days they
called them what they were: guts. That’s what you were — a gut-eater. And
some of you all still gut-eaters.
The field Negro was beaten from morning to night. He lived in a shack, in a
hut; He wore old, castoff clothes. He hated his master. I say he hated his
master. He was intelligent. That house Negro loved his master. But that
field Negro — remember, they were in the majority, and they hated the
master.
When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try and put it out; that field
Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field
Negro prayed that he’d die. If someone come to the field Negro and said,
“Let’s separate, let’s run,” he didn’t say “Where we going?” He’d
say, “Any place is better than here.”
You’ve got field Negroes in America today. I’m a field Negro. The masses
are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, you don’
t hear these little Negroes talking about “our government is in trouble.”
They say, “The government is in trouble.” Imagine a Negro: “Our
government”! I even heard one say “our astronauts.” They won’t even
let him near the plant — and “our astronauts”! “Our Navy” — that’s a
Negro that’s out of his mind. That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind.
Just as the slave-master of that day used Tom, the house Negro, to keep the
field Negroes in check, the same old slave-master today has Negroes who are
nothing but modern Uncle Toms, 20th century Uncle Toms, to keep you and me
in check, keep us under control, keep us passive and peaceful and nonviolent
. That’s Tom making you nonviolent.
It’s like when you go to the dentist, and the man’s going to take your
tooth. You’re going to fight him when he starts pulling. So he squirts
some stuff in your jaw called novocain, to make you think they’re not doing
anything to you. So you sit there and ’cause you’ve got all of that
novocain in your jaw, you suffer peacefully. Blood running all down your
jaw, and you don’t know what’s happening. ‘Cause someone has taught you
to suffer — peacefully. |
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