The Japanese, Old School, and My People

There’s this article on today about a Japanese student who was caught sleeping in class and was forced by the teacher to write an apology in blood!” It’s created an uproar of sorts over there I guess because it seems sort of barbaric, but if I were the student I’d be like “Yeah, the writing an apology in blood is bad and all but I’m a little more concerned with the fact that I have to write it in Japanese! How they read and write that congi stuff man, I don’t know. Sometimes I think they’re faking it.

But back to the point, apparantly the teacher gave this kid a boxcutter and he really did start writing an apology in blood until some other teachers noticed and stopped him. Now that is some yakuzu stype stuff right there. And to think yesterday I thought I was playing some Benny Goodman swing music on the computer and when my son looked at me funny I said that was Old School. It doesn’t seem quite so tough now.

Actually my kids are really good so I’ve never had to release THE OLD SCHOOL WRATH OF GOD. Plus so far they all seem to exhibit introverted behavior so I haven’t had to worry about them falling in with a bad crowd. They don’t hang out with a crowd, not even with the little ghetto kids who always wander up and down my street (very polite ghetto kids, they actually asked if they could go in my yard to pick mulberries from my tree so I told them it was not a problem but at any rate my kids still don’t feel inclined to hang out with them.)

My children get the basics and so far that’s working. I had to add one to the list though. Last night some Spanish speaking ex convict Mexicans came into Leroy’s (I know they were ex cons because they kept talking about the “pinta”) and they immediately started trying to be really cool with me. The only problem was were referring to my pool opponents as “pinche mayates” (racial slur) and they were saying other disparaging things about them in Spanish and I’m like oh hell no, this isn’t cool. These guys presume they can just come up in there and start dogging these other dudes I’ve known for years simply because we’re the same race??

So I go back and tell my children last night “You are not a group. You are an individual. You represent no one and no one represents you. If a black person or a Mexican person goes and does some ignorant sh** , that has nothing to do with you and it does not reflect on you. You are responsible for your own actions.”

See, when you accept that you have solidarity with other people, then you accept their faults as well and then you end up just like them. I don’t accept that at all. These dudes walking up in the bar wouldn’t have said stuff like that to me except that they think they’re ‘my people’ and I’ve never even met them before. If that’s what you’re selling, then I’m not buying it. I’m not collectivist, I’m not a group, and the only ‘my people’ I’ve got is my my family and whomever I choose to surround myself with. And dammit I’ll write that out in blood.

(No I won’t, I just said that for dramatic effect.)

23 Responses to “The Japanese, Old School, and My People”

  1. THE "D" says:

    This is the same sh– that use to happen at “The Point After” back in the day. It would be a group of us that shot pool and talked shit all the time. Now we all had a good time until the “Hoodlums” came in with their gold and baggie clothes on. They would always make things racial if they could not compete (in pool or the shit talking). I truly believe that weak people use race as a put down because they do not have the mental or verbal strength to debate.

    Think about it whenever you get mad at someone and you are through talking and want to fight you say “Yo Momma” (or at least I did) nowing damn well this statement has started civil unrest in some countries. It is childish I know but dammit sometimes I run out of words or don’t have the words to debate. (?)

    Now if some of the crew would have been in Leroy’s and picked up on that language the whole bar would have jumped them. Good thing that did not happen.

    I told my son to always be a leader. Followers only get a view of another persons ass. I explained that if you stick to your own life principals and be a man people will respect you. Hopefully this will keep him out of some of the trouble young men run into.

  2. Mexigogue says:

    Oh, I can see those dudes getting the beat down. Then one of them looks up at me and say “Compadre! El helpo?” And I’m like “No.”

  3. Sir Courvoisier says:

    Ignorant people always try to make things racial.When most of the time they fuck themselves. I am not saying racism doesn’t exist and isn’t a major problem. In my experiences in the United States people tend to fuck themselves and claim the man is holding them down.
    A Mexican friend of mine and I were in Jail one time.I won’t name any names but he does have a blog that we all enjoy. While there we met some interesting and exciting people.The most interesting was some white dude who had a couple of theories why we were all there. His first theory was racial, he was pulled over by a black cop that wanted white guys off the street. My Mexican friend and I were stopped by a Mexican cop. Theory one dead. His next theory was that they wanted to keep the poor poor. Neither my frined nor I am poor. That is the end of theory number two……
    The point is we were there cause we were drinking where and when we shouldn’t have been and got caught. He was there for some outstanding warrants. I think I just went off on a tangent.

  4. THE "D" says:

    Hey Sir I go off on tangents all the time. It makes life more interesting and forces people to keep up.

    I tried to tell a friend one time in Lansing why I put my hands up on the windshield when I get pulled over. Now this is a good friend of mine that is white. I told him back in Detroit you had to make sure the cops knew you were not a threat or something bad could happen. Well we use to get harrassed (laid on ground with knee to neck) by the dearborn police.

    So I tell my friend this story and he said “Well most of the crime stats show blacks in Detroit commit 90% of the crime in Michigan”


    Needless to say it took me 2 years to understand this persons true outlook on race. I did not get mad I just tried to understand where he was coming from.

  5. Mexigogue says:

    What is that Richard Pryor once said: “I went to court looking for justice, and that’s what I found: just us.”

    Hey Courvoisier, your friend sounds like a splendid fellow and a certified genius. He does in fact have a genius certificate. I made it myself. I mean, he made it himself. Dammit, I’m not as good as Bob Dole in talking about myself in the third person.

  6. Bob Dole says:

    Bob Dole reads the blog!

  7. THE "D" says:

    Web-Blog would be a good Scrabble word!

  8. President Clinton says:

    Did somebody say chubby girl giving head? Oh wait, no, he said web-blog. That kind of rhymes. My bad.

  9. THE "D" says:

    Monica is a babe I don’t know what you guys are talking about!!!

    I know if she flashed that thong to me in the Oval Office I would have………………………………ordered secret service to get her some Granny Panties and shove her ass on the lawn.

  10. Mexigogue says:

    Kim, the waitress at Leroy’s, stopped talking midsentence to Ken and asked me “What are you staring at?” I composed myself and was like “I was trying to figure out. . . It looks like you’re smuggling a couple of midgets in your shirt.” I’ve given up trying to be discreet.

  11. Sir Courvoisier says:

    Discretion never did anything for anybody!

  12. Neil says:

    Hey, this is kind of off topic. But, going back to your story, it’s claimed that unripe mulberries are hallucinogenic. I read it once in a book one wilderness survival.

  13. Mexigogue says:

    Thanks for the tip Neil. Now I know not to give away any more freebees.

  14. THE "D" says:

    I’ll be over after work!

  15. Mexigogue says:

    They’re always after me lucky charms!

  16. Mexigogue says:

    Oh, I forgot. I got an 8-ball break last night to beat that older black dude name Charles last night. Funny thing was, I broke it, 8 goes in the corner, and I started to go get Ken. It was like it wasn’t even a thing. Then I went back and said good game to Charles and started laughing. That’s about the 10th time in my life I’ve won on an 8-ball break. I’ve lost 2 on 8-ball breaks because I scratched and knocked the 8-ball in on the break.

  17. TB says:

    that is fucken metal to say the least.

    only thing that would have been more metal is if he wrote the whole letter in blood, and then used the boxcutter as a ninja start and chucked it straight between the teacher’s eyes, creating a monumental family battle for the ages!

  18. The Sicilian says:

    That’s a wonderful description of individuality.

    Wierd ass blood story, there again…beat that bitch into the ground.

    By the way, Neil did not read that in a book. He tried it once and well, woke up in cop car screaming “Free Willy”. True story.

  19. Mexigogue says:

    I figured you would like the individuality angle Sicilian. The concept for this post has been stewing in my since a week ago when my oldest son did something wrong and my sister remonstrated against him saying “It’s things like that that make some people think all minorities are dishonest.” I was like “Stop.” I’m not teaching my kids the ‘racism is the fault of lying thieving minorities’ angle. We do not accept another’s sins. Do I LOOK like Jesus to you MF??? Hahahahaaha! Hooo! That had to be said!

  20. THE "D" says:

    That was stated very nice!!!!

  21. The Sicilian says:

    Kind of why I make fun of myself by calling myself The Sicilian….my family was very prejudiced.Asshats,You’re a human…not a color or a race. The color of your skin does not control your damned mind.

  22. Neil says:

    Yes, very good post.

  23. Phelps says:

    If it is any consolation, every race seems to do it. Ignorant – excuse me, ignant white people do it. What is really stupid is if they think that the people they are talking about don’t know what they are saying. I refereed soccer (“you call it futball”) for 10 years. I sure as HELL know what you are saying about me, especially in Spanish.