I too had a fascination with cotton. I heard so much about it. To be that close and not walk among it was unbearable, and then finally I did get to traipse through a harvested field. The machines leave a lot behind. It is very difficult to pick off. It does not just pop right off the stalk into your hand. And combing through it is even harder.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
The most racist field trip I ever took. NSFW for swears
It's how he tells his story of woe and despair, how he discovers what is happening one bit at a time. How elements are introduced that make the tale worse. It is how he describes the way he processes events as they occur that has the room hopeless with laughter.
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He was having fun until he found out he wasn't supposed to be having fun. His mother didn't want him to learn about cotton processing and its place in Alabama's economy. And now he, and his goofy white friends, are convinced little 'niglets' should be spared from any racist exposure to cotton.
He's a good story teller. Too bad his point of view got warped by more political correctness.
That is a very funny guy.
But I don't think that is a story of woe and despair.
More like a story of the-world-I-have-to-live-in-is-an-astonishingly-fucked-up-place.
I can relate.
You can't make it up! Reality is ALWAYS stranger/more funny than fiction....as one writer once commented: "The difference between fiction and real life is that fiction has to make sense."
And the next field trip will be to the cigarette factory!
Ever notice that Eli Whitney's name is a tad racist?
Polyester's inventors tried to enslave oil instead of third world cotton pickers. The Left would have none of that, banning domestic exploration and condemning the stuff outright in a Mike Nichol's movie.
When I was a kid, we went on field trips to creameries and potato chip factories -- purveyors of dietary death...
Good one, AJ.
@ Chick
HA!!! When I was in elementary school we went to the Almaden Quicksilver mining area and got to play with mercury.
Smooshing it around in our hands. Breaking the blobs into several and watching it roll back together..... and in general being poisoned before having lunch in the park. It was fun and we looked forward to it every year.
Good times :-)
We went on a field trip to the circus in Baraboo. Cool buildings but the place was dead. There were no freaks!
AllenS:
I actually went on a tour of a cigarette factory in North Carolina when I was at a business seminar in Winston Salem in the mid 1980's. It had tiny conveyor belts that carried single cigarettes to the packaging area. And they gave us free packs of cigarettes as we left the factory!
[I do not make this stuff up!]
So the act of picking cotton is racist?
When I was a kid we went on a trip to the Science Museum in St Paul MN. Downstairs was a coffin with a mummy in it. I had to climb up on something to see it, and right away, I knew the mummy saw me and knew where I lived. That night I made my mom look under the bed before I climbed into it.
Good night, mummy... I mean Mommy!
Heh I believe that is a true story. You are still scarred!
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