Seriously

So yesterday a "friend" of mine said that I was in Uncle Toms Cabin, and if you don't know that is a pretty big insult to black folk. Now he says that I'm not an Uncle Tom, which is a worse insult, but apparently I am in the Cabin. Now what I would like to point out is that this same person had no problem asking me for a little money when he needed it. Money that I apparently get working my job in the Cabin and guess what folks, he doesn't have a job!!

See we were having a discussion on race and while I agree with him that racism is alive and well in these United States I also had the nerve to point out that some of the problems in the African American community have more to do with what we as African Americans are doing and less to do with white people. And according to him this means that I am judging people, I have no knowledge of my history and I am in the Cabin. Oh and lets not forget I am disrespecting all those who died so that I could have these rights that I have. Never mind that I think to truly honor them we need to take a good hard look at ourselves and maybe see how we have dropped the ball. Somewhere along the line the African American community as a whole has just given up on the whole civil rights movement. We did get our rights but we have become complacent and that along with racism has a very detrimental impact on our community. But hey clearly this opinion means that I have sold out...

I guess I should be lucky that he lowered himself to be "friends" with someone like me, but all in all he is pretty smart guy. I mean you never know when you will need to make a withdrawal from the Cabin.

Hello World

So this is me LaLaa, new to all this blogging madness. But I always seem to have so much to say so I thought why not put it out there. Lets start with a story, it has love, loss, intrigue and betrayal. And best of all...some of it is actually true.

Once upon a time, not very long ago, in a land far, far away a girl (lets call her LaLa) met a boy (lets call him D). They met at a concert/party, as boys and girls often do. Friends introduced them and they both said hello and promptly ignored each other for the rest of the night...lol.

Come on, did you think it would be that simple, but don't worry the night was not over yet.

D is a social butterfly, mingling with the best of them. He never seems to stay anywhere very long and LaLa spots him over and over through out the night as she is dancing and partying with the best of them. By the end of the night they both have gravitated towards some bleachers all the way in the back of the venue. As LaLa approaches D he seems to be mumbling something....