I grew up a white boy in suburbia and the mountains of Pa, but my parents were funky proper.
My dad became a crotchety, miserable old drunk who only listens to oldies, but he was at one point, funky apparently. He always told me how he went to see James Brown in the early 70’s and he was the lone white guy in the audience, with pride, but that he was always upset with James Brown after he did this song.
My father also liked to casually make racist jokes.
I always disagreed with my father on those parts. I get it.
White people- I’m not black, but even I get the fact that being proud of who you are when you’re kept down by the man- it’s not something meant to show hate towards other groups.
Saying Black Lives Matter is not saying “fuck white people” the way racist assholes take it- it’s a solidarity thing that’s not meant to be a middle finger to people who care.
I wish more people fighting against all this would just get the meaning already, it’s not hate directed at others- it’s love for self with the oppressed here. I’m not affected- but I get it.
And I have my father to thank to this day (if I still spoke to him) for getting me into James Brown and the blues.
