You know us folks love to debate- anytime, anywhere, and loudly! We pontificate on corners, buses, trains, planes, cars, barbershops, beautyshops, grocery stores, you name it. Most Afro-Americans of any age and life station have at some point started or jumped into a heated debate from something as trivial as who is the greatest emcee of all time to something as important as Barak Obama’s campaign.  The best part though, is watching and listening- cause we don’t always have our facts straight…you know what I mean.  You can discern a lot about our folks once the debate gets goin’. There have been countless times that I’ve witnessed a disheveled, person, homeless (and presumably uneducated in appearence) wax poetical with someone else  about current politics and foreign policy- spouting even more knowledge of information than I have, if you can fathom that. Yes, I’ve actually seen a homeless, high school drop out tear down a PhD (it was funny as heck!) It’s a truly humbling and enlightening experience.

Other folks from the outside looking in may think we are having a knock-down, drag out verbal fisticuffs, which could potentially explode into violence at a moments notice..and sometimes it can (especially at the family reunion). But in most instances, it’s just a hearty discussion between a people who don’t always feel like their voices and opinions will be heard or respected by the masses.