Posted by The Happy Tutor
"You bin runnin' roun' here sassin' atter me a mighty long time, but I speck you done come ter de een' er de row. You bin cuttin' up yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis naberhood ontwel you come ter b'lieve yo'se'f de boss er de whole gang. "
Who was Uncle Remus? Well, he was Uncle Tom after hours. What makes the dialogue with Lucy Bernholz interesting is that we both know the Rules of the House, she as Aunt Sally, I as Uncle Tom. We also both know the frustrations vented out back, in the Slave Quarters among those who serve wealth with a deferential smile. Now, when we begin to take the private transcript of subaltern people - Dumpster Dwellers - public our Masters and Mistresses in Wealth Bondage are beginning to overhear us drinking, dancing, capering and carrying on. Neither Lucy nor the nice man at Gifthub want Mistress to know that they frequent a Dumpster. For the Dumpster, my friends, is the great Tar-Baby; once touched you are covered all over in pitch. Better to pass the Dumpster by, as Lucy did, as it it did not exist.
Lucy was smart. She walked on by, to and from the Big House, head held high and proud. She cut me from her blogroll and never dropped by here to comment. I tested her and she passed. Albert, Philanthropoid, and Felix, though, are caught up in the Dumpster Tar-Baby. They have commented here and are now part of the public transcript of private discontent. "I speck they done come ter de een er de row." Mission accomplished, Mistress. We got Albert, Philanthropoid and Felix all stuck in the pitch. I will take them out back now Mistress with this big old whip and whup them good. The Thunderbird is to dress their wounds. I will make good niggahs out of them Mistress. Ms Lucy? Like your loyal servant at Gifthub, she has proven herself reliable, Mistress. Let her go in peace.