Fried Chicken: The Ugly Girlfriend of Foods
White folks like chicken, too.
And watermelon.
And “Catlacks.” * Don’t be fooled.KFC, Popeye’s, Church’s, and Mrs. Winners (hmmm, must not be a feminist) didn’t come into business just to serve the Black man’s love of friiied chick’n! I have stood in line behind many of my caucasian brethren in thesehallo-wed establishments.We kept the jheri curl industry alive on our own, but we need some help with the chicken.
And White folks with the cacciatore and the cordon bleu and the cornish hens step up to the plate with no shame.
So, I reject the shame of that stereotype and order that fried or grilled or baked yardbird proudly every chance I get. In broad daylight.
I still have to deal with myself about the watermelon and the bro-ham**, though.
Seriously, this is what racism does to us here in America; we are stigmatized for enjoying good stuff, too.
Everything ends up being a putdown.
*Cadillac.
**Brougham, a type of Cadillac.
About
Derrick L. Williams is the husband of Kathy, the daddy of Max (hence Maxdaddy), the newborn Diana, and a professional saxophone player with a Christian heart who has strong, sometimes humorous, probably controversial opinions on the state of the world. He attends a multi-racial, doctrinally sound church on purpose (!), and lives in a racially divided, troubled city.
There’s a lot of stuff to gripe about, but the desire is to teach as well as to entertain. He has quite a bit to say, and he has a need for someone to listen.
He loves romance novels by crackling fires, thick wool sweaters, and hot cocoa with marshmallows in it, long walks in cool breezes, poems spoken in soft, whispery voices, and brunches by babbling brooks! HE IS JUST KIDDING!!!
Sorry ’bout the third person!
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