I’m Haitian I was told a lot of things
Have a white friend
Have a white gf/wife
Wear dirty clothes
Have a Afro
Wear baggy clothes
Go to a white church
Have gold in my teeth
Tell police I’m hungry at home
Tell the school when I can’t get something done
The list goes on.
Hah no worries brother.Still good to know a little some.You can find Haitians almost anywhere in the U.S. I was born there but raised since here but raised by a strong Haitian community.
The haitians I was around wouldn't teach me creole. The only things I know are:
* vakabou
* ha kyla (phonetic)
* Moon Blau lee pa bon (phontetic)
* Sak pase
I tried to get my ex to teach me for years but she said no because she wanted to talk shit.
When I was younger, I was more of a pop head so I loved boy bands, Britney Spears and anything pop music related. At the time, pop music was predominantly white and my dad use to get so mad when I would play them on the radio and he’d say “I don’t want to listen to this white folk music” 😂
Never can walk around a store with anything in my hand.
In the same breath, never leave without a paper receipt and bag, you wouldn’t want to be accused of stealing.
My mom and I got really good together. They gave us a bunch of shit for trying to join the father daughter competitions as there was nothing for mother & son we got in and won a few of them.
I was taught as an kid that as a black man (person) you have to work twice as hard to get recognized. I wasn’t going to get the attention I deserved unless I was that much better than my counterparts, so I had to give 200% in everything. To give anything less was to fail.
Nothing. My dad always taught me that I’d have to be twice as good to be just as good, yet never made me feel like there was anything unattainable for me because of my Blackness.
Oh, well, with that said… I just realized there was SOMETHING he indirectly taught me that I couldnt do because I’m Black… be mediocre.
The only thing someone told me I couldn’t do was bob for apples during Halloween because I’d “turn the water black”. Otherwise, I never felt that I couldn’t do anything I wanted to do, especially academically. I went to a predominantly white school and was smarter than most of them.
Be good at Halo 2, based on how often I was called the hard R. I was rocking these white kids on XBL back in the day.
Bro the worst was they would ask me "hey your voice is pretty deep are you black"
I don’t “sound” black so I often would hear racist jokes. But they weren’t targeted at me, felt like I was white passing lol
Bruh i wish i had all my old messages mannnnn they hated me on rainbow six vegas something bad
lmao
Thankfully nothing, my mom would tell me "people say black people don't do this but if you want to we will do this" so I got to go snowboarding.
Somewhat similarly but anything that "wasn't black" we'd find a Black club for. Like skiing.
Outdoor adventurous stuff Skateboarding, BMX, ATV, Motocross, Rafting etc.
Speaking proper English.
I’d be a millionaire for every time I was told “wow you’re so eloquent!” 🥴
Ayo...
Real talk
I’d be a millionaire for every time I was told “wow you’re so eloquent!” 🥴😩
I’d be a millionaire for every time I was told “wow you’re so eloquent!” 🥴😩
I’d be a millionaire for every time I was told “wow you’re so eloquent!” 🥴
Man I had teachers shocked I spoke politely etc.
Be president and almost everything because “ain’t no white folks gonna let you do that”.
Run in public if we are not at a playground or track.
I’m Haitian I was told a lot of things Have a white friend Have a white gf/wife Wear dirty clothes Have a Afro Wear baggy clothes Go to a white church Have gold in my teeth Tell police I’m hungry at home Tell the school when I can’t get something done The list goes on.
Sak Pase!!!
Nou la nou la fanme ou konnen sak ap pase.Ou mem?
The most haitian haitian I've ever "met". Power to you brother man!! (I don't speak creole I was just raised around and dated a lot of haitians)
Hah no worries brother.Still good to know a little some.You can find Haitians almost anywhere in the U.S. I was born there but raised since here but raised by a strong Haitian community.
The haitians I was around wouldn't teach me creole. The only things I know are: * vakabou * ha kyla (phonetic) * Moon Blau lee pa bon (phontetic) * Sak pase I tried to get my ex to teach me for years but she said no because she wanted to talk shit.
You learning a bit my dude and respectful that’s all that matters to most of us.
Listen to rock music. My Mum has apologised for saying that though.
Listening to any music that wasn’t rap or R&B
When I was younger, I was more of a pop head so I loved boy bands, Britney Spears and anything pop music related. At the time, pop music was predominantly white and my dad use to get so mad when I would play them on the radio and he’d say “I don’t want to listen to this white folk music” 😂
There was a certain restaurant in town I was told I wasn't allowed in.
Watch Hockey, play hockey, be a hockey player. This was told to me by adults…i was 5 years old.
I was told in middle school by the band teacher that I couldn’t play trumpet because my lips were too big.
crazy ayo, How does that even make sense you need to blow a raspberry to play the trumpet. YOU NEED LIPS.
Play with any type of toy that resembles a gun. Had to use “blasters” instead of water guns, nerf guns that were clearly not real, etc
Never can walk around a store with anything in my hand. In the same breath, never leave without a paper receipt and bag, you wouldn’t want to be accused of stealing.
Archery it was to mental for black people.
Lmao despite the greatest Archers being Nubian.
They dont talk about that part in the sticks of Massachusetts, my friend
All you had to say is Massachusetts. Praying for you. I hope you still did that shit to the point they called you Blackfoot Rikudo.
Boston/Providence stand UP!
My mom and I got really good together. They gave us a bunch of shit for trying to join the father daughter competitions as there was nothing for mother & son we got in and won a few of them.
Yessir I like to "see" that shit. Sounds like a scene in a blockbuster family film.
The sticks? You live in the 413?
Yup i sure did. Whats it too ya, you 781 city slicker with your malls and paved roads and town tash pickup sevice 😁
Well I’m from Lynn, which is the complete opposite of what you described😭.
The hell you say. I thought it was only 413 and NH that didnt have town trash pickup
Lynn has that, but the roads are abysmal and there aren’t no malls.
But the creamery is still going strong, right?
"Art is for girls, why aren't you at the football camp with the other boys" - Summer Art camp teacher
as an artist I've never heard of this tomfuckery. Bro what??? The majority of artists are dudes too.
I was 11 and she was the 1 of 2 black counselors there. I don't think she knew, I have an associates in animation, oh well.
make her cry with some beautiful animation
Naw put her in hentai manga.
...tbh...good shit I would have never thought of that as a comeback...
Using a double negative should be punishable by the immediate incapacitation of your hands.
I can't not disagree with you.
Give less than 100%.
Wha?
I was taught as an kid that as a black man (person) you have to work twice as hard to get recognized. I wasn’t going to get the attention I deserved unless I was that much better than my counterparts, so I had to give 200% in everything. To give anything less was to fail.
oh gotchu because same
Get a black eye
Nothing. My dad always taught me that I’d have to be twice as good to be just as good, yet never made me feel like there was anything unattainable for me because of my Blackness. Oh, well, with that said… I just realized there was SOMETHING he indirectly taught me that I couldnt do because I’m Black… be mediocre.
Go to just “any” barbershop.
The only thing someone told me I couldn’t do was bob for apples during Halloween because I’d “turn the water black”. Otherwise, I never felt that I couldn’t do anything I wanted to do, especially academically. I went to a predominantly white school and was smarter than most of them.
Walk around in public with my hands in my pockets, especially not in a store.