Pittstain Recycles A Bouncy

[zeitgeist]

This thread sure seems familiar.  Or is it just me? 


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WilliamPitt (57,839 posts)

The day I got the living shit beaten out of me.
 
 Her name was Heather, I was 13, she was Black, and she was my first real girlfriend. We were together for two weeks when the Boston Marathon came along. I grew up on the Newton/Brighton line, right by Boston College at the top of Heartbreak Hill. Heather had never been to the Marathon for real before - cheering the runners as they defeated Heartbreak Hill while the BC keg parties howled and cheered - so I showed her the show.

While I was walking her back to my house for some lunch, a car filled with upperclassmen from my school passed us. The car windows were stuffed with astonished faces that, as they faded from view, became twisted in palpable rage.

And person after person after person after person looked daggers at us as we walked arm in arm down Commonwealth Avenue in unabashedly liberal Boston, Massachusetts. I rode the Green Line with her to the Orange Line - the metropolitan version of walking your girl home - and five older men in the traincar stared at us with open loathing as we held hands.

The next day, I went to school, and the upperclassmen from the car that had passed us - joined by several of their friends because apparently word of my racial heresy had spread - waylaid me in a hallway. "What are you doing with that n****r!" they screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, utterly unhinged. "Did you dip your wick with that n****r? DID YOU **** THAT N****R? DID YOU?"

And then they beat the shit out of me, right then and there, for the crime of squiring a Black girl to the Marathon.

It was a formative experience on a variety of levels...so all of you husbanding this idea that the North is superior to the South on issues of racism can go pound sand. You're wrong, and once upon a time, I had the bruises to prove it.

Pittiful WeeWillie, Pittiful.  Zero bongs. 

[GOBUCKS]

Her name was Heather, I was 13, she was Black, and she was my first real girlfriend

Pitt dreams up the only black girl on earth named "Heather".

To improve the bouncy quality, he needs to use a name with an apostrophe or two.

[Karin]

^^^     "Heather."

Didn't happen. 

I don't know if this is recycled or not, could be.  The only other instance of injury to pittstain that I can remember is when he got beaned with a jumbo sized can of Spaghetios.  I wish I could have been there.

[FlippyDoo]

Yep. You've heard it before.

WilliamPitt  Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore   Mon Dec-01-03 11:59 PM
Response to Original message
19. Actually, yeah
Two breakups from race. One weird, and another I still hold against myself. The first was an amazing Filipino girl I dated in high school and into college. Lotsa stuff went into that one, but I distinctly remember the 'cooling-off' process began one afternoon when she told me she probably wouldn't marry anyone who wasn't Filipino. We'd been together over a year at that point.

The second one basically turned into one of the most important and painful learning experiences I've ever dealt with. I was thirteen, and her name was Heather, and she was my first girlfriend. She was black, from Roxbury. We were together for about two weeks, and then I took her to the Boston Marathon; the top of Heartbreak Hill runs pretty much right past my house on the Newton/Brighton line, and its a great place to watch the runners die in large lots as they stagger over the crest.

So we're walking down the street holding hands. We're getting some weird looks, but nothing too heavy. Then a car drives by, and the windows were filled with the faces of three seniors from my high school, all of them staring hard at the two of us.

They cornered me the next day in this Lounge room, and triple-teamed me for a beatdown. It was rough, and it went on for a while. The crux of the message being delivered was that if they saw me with that ****** again, they'd kick my ass all over again.

I chewed on that for about a day and then broke up with Heather. I was thirteen, meaning stupid, and at the time felt I had enough troubles as it was. I had no real experience dealing with racial issues, except learning that dating a black girl in Boston is a fine way to get the beat shit out of you. I was scared.

That's one of those indelible things inside - and we all have these - that I'm just not going to forgive myself for, no matter what anyone says or whatever the mitigating circumstances may have been. I blew it.

Tell you what, though. That few minutes in that lounge at school with those three seniors gifted me with an indelible page in my personal manifesto. Page 1, paragraph 2 of said manifesto reads, "I ****ing, ****ing, ****ing, ****ing, ****ing hate racists."

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[Mary Ann]

I was very disappointed by this tale.

I was really hoping it would end with the chick beating him up. 

[zeitgeist]

You can tell WeePittifulWillie was never in the Navy.  A proper bouncy should begin with "And this is no shit"  I am reminded of the classic one of the first black sailor to serve aboard the Raging Queen .... And this is no shit, he strode boldly up the gang way, saluted the Ensign, and proudly stated he had been every where and done everything in this man's Navy except suck cock and be taken in the ass.  And by the end of the cruise he could make the statement without qualification. 

[GOBUCKS]

The secondary bouncies come rolling in.

Pitt's tale inspires a handful of anonymous unterpritimiven to spin out fantasies to burnish their tiny little DUmp creds:

Sat Apr 11, 2015, 12:26 PM
Star Member Martin Eden (5,572 posts)
7. I grew up near Midway Airport on the SW edge of Chicago

My parents, and especially my elderly Aunt, were active on the far Left in their younger days. The N-word was absolutely forbidden in our home, but was quite common in my neighborhood. One morning when I was 12 years old I woke up to see my aunt weeping inconsolably. That's when I learned Martin Luther King had been assassinated. When I went to school that day the prevailing attitude among the kids on the playground was celebratory.

We had a classroom mock election in 1968. I was one of two who voted for Humphrey. 6 voted for Nixon, and 18 for Wallace.

Response to WilliamPitt (Original post)Sat Apr 11, 2015, 12:31 PM
Star Member FailureToCommunicate (5,297 posts)
8. Powerful account of a formative experience, Will. I too was beat up, but by some black kids in

my neighborhood, not whites, for having the temerity of dating Yolanda, a lovely African American girl.

Yolanda is an immeasurably better name for a bouncy chick than "Heather", but it'd still be better if he added an apostrophe. Maybe try Yo'landa?

Response to WilliamPitt (Original post)Sat Apr 11, 2015, 12:40 PM
Star Member LiberalEsto (21,621 posts)
9. I'm not surprised, to be honest.

I quit one sales job because my supervisor started bitching about an interracial couple we passed on the street. I pointed out that it was none of his business, told him I quit, and got out of the car at the next stop light. He was utterly bewildered by my attitude.

[FlippyDoo]

I just noticed that there is some differences in the story. In the 2003 story it was three guys who beat him down in the lounge room. In the current story it was the three guys plus others who beat him down in the hallway.

[SVPete]

Yeah, well, what his point? Assuming the story is in some degree truthful, how many of his white friends accepted her just fine. Even disregarding any chemically-induced mental fog, he wouldn't remember. Not how many accepted her. Because the acceptance wouldn't have been anywhere as memorable as the 3 dudes that beat him up.

My son recently married a woman of Asian ancestry. His best friends from Scouts, college, work, and church welcomed her. His sisters welcomed her. Mrs. SVPete and I welcomed her.

Boring, huh?! It probably won't be all that memorable to him, because that's what normal should be. And I didn't need 6 paragraphs to say it!

[GOBUCKS]

Assuming the story is in some degree truthful

 

[zeitgeist]

Did Pittiful ever attend a public school? 

He is right about Beantown Racism.  The white flight* from there scared surrounding states with those who could not afford to put their kiddies into private schools; they brought their liberal bigotry along with all their other liberal baggage.  Lots of middle class folk with several kids found it cheaper to bolt Beantown and let dad commute.  They are still known as Massholes and or folk from away.

* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_busing_desegregation

The desegregation of Boston public schools (1974–1988) was a period in which the Boston Public Schools were under court control to desegregate through a system of busing students. The call for desegregation and the first years of its implementation led to a series of racial protests and riots that brought national attention, particularly from 1974 to 1976. In response to the passing of the 1965 Racial Imbalance Act, which ordered public schools in the state to desegregate, W. Arthur Garrity Jr. of the United States District Court for the District of Massachusetts laid out a plan for compulsory busing of students between predominantly white and black areas of the city. The court control of the desegregation plan lasted for over a decade, and influenced Boston politics as well as ongoing demographic shifts of Boston's school-age population, which saw a decline of public-school enrollment and white flight to the suburbs. Full control of the desegregation plan was transferred to the Boston School Committee in 1988; in 2013 the busing system was replaced by one which dramatically reduced busing.[1]

[thundley4]

I asked a black girl out when I was going to nuke school in Orlando. She said no, because her friends wouldn't like it. That was over 30 years ago.  I only asked her out because she had a normal name, Brenda. 

[Big Dog]

I asked a black girl out when I was going to nuke school in Orlando. She said no, because her friends wouldn't like it. That was over 30 years ago.  I only asked her out because she had a normal name, Brenda. 

When I was young, I dated a gal whose parents had immigrated -legally- from Mexico, and were American citizens. It was OK for us to date   , but she said her parents would never permit her to marry a huero.

[Carl]

An old lie.

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[Skul]

Oh my word. The drunkard has become so irrelevant at the DUmp, he recycles bouncy's.
I'll bet his "mommy" is ashamed she let that donkey do her doggie style.

Before I forget.
 

[Ralph Wiggum]

IIRC, Boston has been well known for its racism.

[obumazombie]

He watched "A Bronx Tale".
He was so moved by the story he plagiarized it.

[JakeStyle]

My first serious girlfriend when I was in high school was black. Her name was Jill, and her Dad was a systems development guru at IBM, he always wore a pocket protector, even when we would go on fishing/camping trips.  Nobody ever gave me or her a hard time.  She is now a mother of three beautiful girls and she owns and runs a very popular restaurant in our home town.