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The Great American Negro Tetralogy

The Great American Negro Tetralogy

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The Great American Negro is four short stories told by C.J. Johnson also known as The Amazing Poof the famous minstrel performer. The Great American Negro is a coming to age story told from C.J.’s point of view about his childhood featuring his family members and many life lessons. These are moments in C.J.’s life that helped to construct the monster known as the Amazing Poof.
The Great American Negro is four short stories told by C.J. Johnson also known as The Amazing Poof the famous minstrel performer. The Great American Negro is a coming to age story told from C.J.’s point of view about his childhood featuring his family members and many life lessons. These are moments in C.J.’s life that helped to construct the monster known as the Amazing Poof.

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The Great American Negro Tetralogy -A Collection of Short Stories By:Eric Blair
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The Great American Negro
 
The last time I was bullied was at the age of eight, I was in the third grade. I went to some allwhite, racist school inthe Northeast section ofPhiladelphia. I was the only Black kid in myschool and believe me, I felt and knew that I was the only Black kid in my school. Rose, I wascalled nigger so many times in my schooling days it felt like my precursor name to Poof. Whenone of those White kids dared to call me a nigger I’d fire a joke their way. Of course there wasthat one dick that didn’t know how to take a joke. Ricky Davis, some big Irish, mick; this kidwas on steroids at eight. His face was a fucking muscle, truestory; I witnessed him flexing a facemuscles once. He was the jock of the school and a future homosexual if you ask me.“Hehehehehehe”Stop laughing at me, I am serious, this is a true matter here. Really, listen to this, so we were inEnglish class and Ms…Ms…? *Snap, snap* Fuck it! I forgot her name but anyway, she askedwhat does the word filiopietistic means to the class.“Is that a rea—?”
 
Yes, Rose, that’s a real word but stop interrupting me. Like a screaming retard on a small yellowbus Ricky blurtsout, “It means eye surgery with a laser pin!” That kid was a fucking monkeyhumanoid; I swear he should have been a fucking caveman. I could only imagine the look on myface while he was screaming out the wrong answer. That kid used to rub in the wrong way. Hecould’ve killed God in front of the principal and he’d get an MVP trophy for that, therefore Icalled him on his shit. So. I turned around toward him, he sat a few rows behind me, in adisgusted tone I said to him, “No it doesn’t.” I turned back to the front of the class where Ms.“whatever her name was” was standing by the board and with a snarky tone I replied,“Filiopietistic means, of or pertaining to reverence of forebears or tradition, especially if carriedto excess.”“Wha—?”Wait, it gets better, I turned to Ricky and said to him in a condescending tone, “It’s an adjectiveby the way.” He yelled out, “Ha-ray, for the amazing coon!” I looked him right into his eyes toshow him that I was not joking, or playing his games.I said to him, “Ya mom was yelling thesame thing last night, I guess you must’ve over heard us.” I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off that doucher because as soon as I turned my head he hurled a fucking text book at my head.Yeah, that shit hurt like hell. I was escorted to the principal’s office while Ricky was welcomedby high fives from his idiot friends. I stopped asking why I am the only one who’s getting introuble; I just took it on the chin like a champ. I didn’t get suspended because I was suspendedtwo weeks prior for anincident instead I got detention. Yup, poor old me got a week of detention. After detention that’s when the real fireworks begun. Ricky met me out in theschoolyard and beat the mighty shit out of me. Busted my lips, nose, and blackened my eye. Hechuckled as she stand over me victorious as he looked down at me and uttered, “You look like areal coon now, nigger.”I rode home on the bus defeated, ashamed because my brother was such a tough guy in myneighborhood and I was a witty punching bag. Whenever I get home dinner was on the stove orin the oven because my mother workednine to fiveand then six to twelve at nights. She workedso hard to keep us comfortable and me going to that awful private school.“What about your brother, C.J.?”Well, he was in school at the time also a brilliant student but his passion was making money overanything. Alexander was a big time drug dealer in South Philly at seventeen. He kept it from ourmom because she was always working but the backpacks of money he used to bring home andhide was insane. He never brought his work home and always turned off his phone once hestepped into the house. Every day he used to come by to check on me every hour, and helped mewith my homework every night. The day I got beat up he was searchingfor me all over the houseand he found me in our mom’s room. I was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room with myknees at my chest and my arms wrapped around my knees as I sobbed in the dark.Alex opensthe door to our mother’s room; the light shines directly in onto me sitting in the corner. He yellsat me and says, “You heard me callin’ you? Why the fuck didn’t you say somethi—?” The look on his face went from anger to concern, like a droopy dog. He stumbled over his words as hecautiously walks toward me, “Wh-What the fuck hap-happened, kid?” I replied to him,
 
“Nothing, just got into another fight today.” Alex sat on our mother’s bed and smirks as he looksdown at me. He says to me, “You sure you was fightin’ or just got your ass woop’d? Whathappened?” I kept my gaze low because I was ashamed to come home bloody and bruised.Honestly, I was ashamed to look Alex in the eyes because I felt as if I failed him. I whispered tohim, “It was Ricky.” He replied, “What boy?! Speak up; put some bass in your voice. I can’t hearyou.” I begun to speak but he interrupted me, “Look at me when you’re talkin’ to me. Youalways look a man in his eyes to show him you mean business, show there is no bitch in yourheart.” I took a long pause and right before I begun to reply to Alex I inhaled deeply and took abig gulp. “I got into a fight with Ricky Davis.” My brother’s face frowned up and then he blurtedout, “What the fuck did I teach you? I taught you how to fight, how the fuck are you still gettin’beat up by some cracker?” My head was lowed in shame, but I slowly raised my gaze toward mybrother. I replied back to him, “He’s bigger than me.” He rudely interrupted me with his deepvoice with tones of anger behind it, “So the fuck what! You pick up something and knock his assthe fuck out. Do you wanna die on your knees or on your feet? If you fight this boy back onegood time he will fuckin’ respect you!” I finally raised my head and stared him right and his eyesand break his heart by saying,“I am not like you.I am just some geek that is lucky enough to go to a good school. At the end of the day, I am called nigger, coon, monkey, and everything else in the book by moronic Whitekids. When I come home I am forced to stay in the house because when I go outside I am pickedwith for being smart. So my own friends call me an Oreo, Uncle Tom, uppity nigger, etc. Howdo you think that makes me feel? I have no wins across the broad. I just want to be like you,feared, respected, and loved. Everyone in the neighborhood knows your name and is friendlytoward you. The corner boys doesn’t pick with me because they know I am your brother but Ihear the things they say about me when I walk away. I just want people to respect me as C.J. notbecause they fear your wrath. I just want to be like you, Alex.The look in his eyes was disappointment, his eyes almost begun to water but he would never letme see him cry. There was a long, cold pause between the two of us. He cleared his throat andreached behind him and pulled out a gun and then placed it on our mother’s night table next toher bed. His face became enraged with fury and anger. He sternly said to me,“Here is why niggas fear me ‘cause they don’t wanna feel this heat on their ass. People do notfear or respect me because ofmy line of work, fuck no! They fear me because I will kill ‘em,point blank. This gun doesn’t make me a man; honestly, I am more of a bitch with it. I carry it‘cause I fear the worst happenin’ to me. To be real with you, I respect that you’re yourself; youdo not try to be anything else but you. You’re a smart kid lookin’ to do big things with your lifeand that’s respectable. If people can’t respect you for you, fuck ‘em. Baggin’ up rock andstandin’ on the corner rain, sleet, or snow isn’t fun but goin’to college, gettin’ outta the hood tonever look back at it in your rearview is everything. I do what I do so you and mom can have alittle extra money to keep the lights on, to keep you in school, and so you can continue to be you,NOT ME! I never want you to be me ‘cause at the end of the day you’re the brave one betweenme and you. I am just another bitch ass nigga who likes to rampage through the streetsdemandin’ respect. Respect is earned, those niggas out there might not have my respect but youhaveall my respect, little man. The moment you dare to pick up a gun and use it, my respect isgone for you. You be another bitch nigga with a gun wantin’ respect. So I am going to leave you

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