well i live on the nicest block in the entire neighborhood...surrounded by section 8 houses and apartments...this doesn't compare to living in the hood...it is living in the hood:smt096
Umm.... ...sure ...its often why I say many whites truly are oblivious. Sometimes when you just don't get it, you should just sit on your hands, smile, nod....and say nothing. (in this case type nothing) Next thing you are going to tell me is "I'm just like black people, I'm poor too"
Ah, the hood, sweet hood. The same dudes hanging out in front of the projects all day, no respect for property with all the tagging and graffiti and dirty buildings, the usual ghetto fights with a group of people attacking 1 person and of course gunshots at night. LOL, my grandfather used to work for the New York City Housing Authority and he would always complain about the tenants to his supervisors, well one day someone got fed up and threw a bucket of piss on to him through a window of one of the apartments. That's the hood for you. I knew all I needed to know when the second day I was in America and saw a dude with a gun in his hand chasing another man, this was summer 1992, a few days later I heard the same guy with the gun was killed. Its called the ghetto for a reason, nothing good about that term in any culture or language.
never said i was poor...never said i was like black people...just told you that we live in the hood...you don't have to believe me...but why would i tell you that if it wasn't true...i can tell you this if you lived in my city and they offered you a free house in my neighborhood you would turn it down because you seem to think living in the burbs is better for your kids...you would never let them interact with the kids in my neighborhood...you are what people around my neighborhood call a boojie black man...and not in a good way...they would think you were a snob not necessarily an accomplished black man that is humble but one that thinks he is better than everyone else...your motorcycle would last about 5 minutes in my neighborhood...bring it on over but plan on walking home
as someone, who has grown up in the so-called "hood" and and earlier in my life grew up in a nicer mixed area, i can tell you, any situation is what you make it. in the hood, i met many ppl, there was more interaction and more activity. going to public school, there were no outsiders, everyone had a friend. growing up in the hood, you are close to ppl who are like you, so you have a better self-awareness, so where ever you go you carry a confidence that i'm not sure you get anywhere else. as far as crime goes, it's no worse than anywhere else. same thing with drugs. it's just highlighted in the black community to justify the abusive police force's actions. drugs were put in this community in many outright criminal ways, with the full backing of the us government(just remember iran-contra). considering these hardships, most recently the sub-loan mortage crisis, which was for all intents and purposes, an attack on the black community, ppl in the hood have shown great resilence. its that resilence that creates the ambition to achieve..
lippy realizes that YOU live in a bubble and can only grasp your own surroundings so it would never occur to you that pretty much every major city has a "hood" or a "getto" or a bad side of town...just because it doesn't look like the ONLY thing you know does not mean that everyone else is wrong and YOU are right... damn you have to be one of the most annoying man...EVER
I'm glad you could, too. Why is downtown so bad? I'm talking Old Louisville - lived there for a couple of years and it only made stronger. Same with where I'm living now in Germantown - it's made me stronger still, so much that Old Louisville seems like a walk in the park (and like you said, the Police Station is RIGHT THERE in the park lol). Maybe I'll feel different after I've been mugged and raped a couple of times...:smt012 So far I have been able to run them off with my mouth or by pretending to be a foreigner. I can't afford to buy a house, so I like to live in the biggest oldest building I can find within running distance from a police station lol. Better get back on the treadmill at the Y cuz Lord know a lady really shouldn't run by herself in this neighborhood haha.
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! YOU ARE SHITTING ME! NOW WAY SAY IT AIN'T SO. WAIT...you mean to tell me...that every major city has a bad part of town. HOLY COW...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?!?!?!?! I try, I try, You aren't going to tell me you feel sorry for my children are you? ha ha ha ha
lol.... When I was coming up Old Louisville was really really nice, but its not that way not. In fact it one of the most violent places in Louisville, THAT is why they put the police Station there....its centrally located You got Jefferson, Hill street.....down the road near YPAS. Woooo...as a matter of fact that is the reason why Old Louisville had gone down. The ONLY Owners that stay do so because of the historic value and most are old.....most of moved out to Bardstown, Jeffersonville and other places. Central Park is VIOLENT...(no seriously its pretty bad). Don't even joke about that babe... Next time I'm home I'll run you mmhmm...sure will.
lippy is covering her ears...lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala i can't hear him...lalalalalalalalalala...i don't want to listen anymore....lalalalalalalalalalal awww now i feel better...piano keys it is:smt005
Well it DID make me stronger, no need to lol. You should have met me before - you couldn't have said boo to me in daylight without me screaming bloody murder. But I do always feel safer with a strong black man beside me, that's for damn sure. Thanks for the offer - I'll keep it in mind ;D.
LOL,aww, the thing I learned growing up in the hood is, Go about your business Keep a mean mug on your face Don't linger around like its a chill spot Oh and did I mention, keep a mean mug on your face Stay away from any illegal activity like drugs, etc. and it is what it is.
I grew up poor as dirt in some pretty shitty & rough neighborhoods & I was always determined as hell to get out of there as soon as I was able. I made some pretty big goofs trying to get that point, but I never gave up. It wasn't easy growing up...we had nothing, my dad was an over-the-road trucker & was hardly ever around until I was in high school. I was the oldest of 5 kids & the only girl & my mama worked me like a dog...she depended on me a lot which was hard on me, but I learned how to work because of it. She also took in ironing & babysat so we could get by. Sometimes I'd do odd jobs for the elderly landlord & his wife for a little bit of money, which I typically handed over to my mama so we could eat. After I got pregnant with my son at 19 (becoming a damned statistic), not finishing college, moving back in with my parents & going through a ton of struggles after my son was born, I busted my ass to get the hell out of the hell hole I was stuck in. I now own my own home in a good, safe neighborhood & I'm very thankful for it.
