"In Search of Goodp*ssy : Living Without Love" by Don Spears

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Released in 1991, I picked this book up after hearing Rom Wills talk about it on one of his podcasts. The title drew me in, and the book kept me there. In Spears' own words, " "In Search of Goodp*ssy" Is everything you need to know about today's black man, and it is one of the most compelling and important books you will ever read.

I'm gonna post a chapter at a time. Enjoy y'all.

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Society would have us believe that black men’s brains are in our penises and that we have no minds or hearts.


Preface


Now that I’ve got your attention, why this book? In fact, why yet another book about men and women? One more would just be one too many. Well, maybe not. The reason for this particular book is rather easy to understand. I, for one, am tired of turning on Oprah, Geraldo, and Donahue only to come face-to-face with some middle class white housewife who has been married to the same middle aged white man for the past 27 years promoting herself as an authority on sex. Now black women are writing books, too, talking about how black men feel and what we need. A woman, any woman, no matter how smart she is, or how astute she may be, is no better qualified to tell me or any other man who we are than we are capable of telling her how it feels to give birth. A man is a man. A woman is a woman, and that is the simple long and short of it. This is a book for the brothers and the sisters, all of them, black, white, red, yellow or brown, with the hope that it will help them to better understand some of the things that make men men, especially those things that make black men men. Black women and even well meaning white men and white women do not really understand because they are not black males living in this country. “In Search of Goodp*ssy,” is the story of today’s black man and his struggle to live the elusive All-American Dream of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness; the story of overwhelming adversity and undying hope.

In creating Goodp*ssy I was searching for an idea, a word, a special word that would be universally understood by everyone, especially men, hoping that even those men who do not read other books, will read this one. This is a book that I hope will work for men and women, from a man’s point of view. A book with a title like, “Looking for Happiness,” would probably be too soft for most men to even consider picking up. I’m sure most men and most women know what sex is. Similarly, both men and women know what p*ssy is. Just about every man who has experienced an orgasm knows what “good sex” or what “good p*ssy” is, and what that very special feeling is like. It is important, however, that you ladies remember this is a man’s book, so do read it with patience, understanding, and an open mind. It is absolutely not intended to be chauvinistic, insulting or a callous put down of women. I am a man who cares about the well-being of both women and men, so I established an unconditional reference to ensure that we are all thinking and talking about the same things at the same time. The word “goodp*ssy” as it is used in this book is a unisexual term. It is neither sexist nor demeaning. Goodp*ssy is a metaphor and a socio-political term which is intended to be neither sexist nor demeaning. For in today’s society women too are in search of Goodp*ssy, chasing that illusionary rainbow. It is a “new age” word that reflects and engenders a higher level of awareness.

More importantly, Goodp*ssy is a candid and descriptive reference to that ultimate nut that each of us longs for in life. It is an original and legitimate concept that creates a bold new image in our minds. Before the word Goodp*ssy, there was no way to accurately describe this deliriously delicious high we all hunger for.

There is still another reason why I have chosen to write this book and to entitle it as I have. First, I am a black man so I added a little symbolism, because overall, society believes that good p*ssy is the only thing black men are interested in anyway.

While this may in fact be true of some black men, it absolutely does not apply to all of them. In all honesty, good p*ssy is the only thing some black men may be interested in because it is the only thing they believe they have access to. Having good p*ssy, and some money if they can get their hand on it, is their Goodp*ssy. In America it is all but impossible to separate the Black male from images of sex, mostly negative. For that reason as well as others, it would be very difficult to write a credible book about him without using a sexual frame of reference. If two women are walking down the street at night and come upon a group of young black males, their first paranoid thought is probably that they will be raped and robbed as they nervously clutch their purses. If you hear about a 14-year-old girl getting pregnant you quickly assume that she is black and that a young black male who couldn’t control his penis is the irresponsible father. Women and children on welfare – it is the black man’s fault for leaving babies everywhere he goes. The only universal identity that men of African American descent do have is sexual. William, a close friend, thought that he would field the title of this book for me. While having lunch with several professional black women, he asked them what their thoughts would be of a book called “In Search of Goodp*ssy.” Predictably they were stunned and appalled. Such a book would most certainly be obscene. Furthermore, they would not even look at it…It is truly pitiful that educated black women, or men, who have been judged all their lives by the color of their skin (their covering) would likewise be guilty of judging a book simply by looking at its cover. In fact, with the historical deprivation blacks have suffered they should be eager to read anything that offers new ideas. And if their sensibilities are so acute that they cannot admit, not even to themselves, that they know what p*ssy is, then, they should not be reading this book anyway. As a matter of fact, with minds as closed as theirs must be, they should not even have taken the time to learn how to read. This is a book for real people, not for pseudo-intellectuals or moral hypocrites. We begin to develop thought patterns and word associations during infancy. Surely, if we were to be honest with ourselves, whether we like it or not, or whether we want to admit it or not, every 8-year-old in America has probably heard the word p*ssy somewhere from somebody. Again, this is an honest book that is based on just plain common sense. Remember, society defines and reduces black men by their sexuality when it really has so little knowledge or understanding of that sexuality or of the black man.

Also, when I hear statistics saying that 3 to 4 out of every 10 married men have had an extra-marital affair, or that the average age for children having sex for the first time is 16 or 17, I wonder just who these so-called experts are getting their information from, certainly not from anyone I know. Those are nice numbers for white people who insist on feeding themselves large portions of moral optimism, but they don’t work well in most of the black neighborhoods I have seen. Black Americans are eager to know the truth for themselves, the good and the bad, and it is time we started getting our own information about ourselves for ourselves.


Looking around, I saw that many good black men seemed to be having some of the same problems. Relationships with black women were falling apart, families were dysfunctional, children were in trouble and society treated them like second-class citizens. A slow agonizing death seemed imminent…I wanted to know why.

Last, what qualifies me to write this particular book? Well, I have yet another simple answer for you. If women can write books about men, surely I can too. Women may be genuinely interested in understanding and discovering what makes a man tick. They may sympathize and even empathize, but they are not men.

I am a reasonably attractive, reasonably intelligent black man who has dated thousands of women – black, white, older, younger, Oriental, Hispanic, poor and well-to-do. Over the years, as a result of my affiliations with some of the most exciting night clubs in naughty old New Orleans, if I haven’t seen it all, I’ve probably seen most of it, and surely more than you have. Once and for all, many of the erroneous myths and misconceptions about today’s black man must be dispelled.

So I’m going to share with you some of the priceless lessons I have learned from a man’s point of view.
 
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What is goodp*ssy?

Goodp*ssy is whatever absolutely makes your day. It is that feeling or that thing which gives you an undeniable euphoria and brings true rapture. Just think of the best thing that has ever happened to you. That was Goodp*ssy. But again, you really did not know how to associate it with anything else in your life. It was just a feeling.

Goodp*ssy is that which gives you the richest, most heart throbbing, tear teasing fulfillment imaginable. It is the stuff dreams are made of, not just any dream, but your very own inner most personal dream.

Goodp*ssy may be the most perfect woman who has ever walked out from the pages of a magazine and into your fantasies, that shiny new car you drool over on the showroom floor, the perspiration covered, rock-hard body you envision pressed firmly next to yours. Whatever really strokes your soul, that is Goodp*ssy. We have all felt it, we just did not know what to call it. A family seeing their healthy new-born baby for the first time, the utter contentment of a loving mother breast feeding her tiny infant, an Olympic contestant who has just won the Gold Medal, your wedding day – that is Goodp*ssy too.

For those of you who still may be just a little bit unclear, I will cite a few more examples of Goodp*ssy. It is your doctor saying to you, “No, You do not have cancer,” or that exhilarating feeling you get when the basketball goes through the hoop during the last two seconds of the game and your team wins. Even more universally, it is the letter that comes in the mail announcing you the winner in your state’s lottery, with your name on a check for ten million dollars ($10,000,000.00). Now, that is Goodp*ssy. Excellent, brilliant, and even wonderful are good descriptions, but they are somehow still not quite enough to explain how you really feel. That marvelous, ecstatic, supreme state of being is Goodp*ssy.

James Bond, Agent 007, had his Octap*ssy and his p*ssy Galore, which in the cinematic tradition was the ultimate Goodp*ssy. But exactly who was James Bond, this mastermind of allure who each year drew millions of anxious viewers to the box offices of over-stuffed theaters? He was handsome, charming, sexy, intelligent, well-to-do, and he tended to have that which all the ladies desired and could not do without. And once they got some they had to have more.

Mansions, exotic sports cars, sexy lovers – James Bond lived it all, all the mystical things Ian Fleming imagined for us. Hollywood understood long ago that “the good life” was the one common fantasy we all shared – our Goodp*ssy – and we lived our lives vicariously through the fascinating characters they created for us.

Often we reserve our feelings because we, ourselves, do not understand them and fear ridicule from others. We feel good, and we know it. In fact, we feel even better than good, but because we do not know how to tell ourselves what we feel, we hesitate to openly share so much emotion with others, even those close to us. When you know what you are feeling, however, and you are comfortable with it, you can freely open the doors to yourself and let others in.

As an example, in my own case, if I were in love, I would pick the busiest street in my city, Canal Street in New Orleans, stand in the median and kiss my lady’s behind at the high noon, waiting 15 minutes to draw a crowd. The whole world could know that I loved her and that I would do anything, anything, for her. That is Goodp*ssy.

Again, if you can remember the happiest and most touching moment in your life, then you already know what Goodp*ssy is. It is a feeling that is total, complete, and all that it can be. Goodp*ssy is that wondrous magic that leaves your very heart alive and tingling with delight.

If I were your friend, and I loved you, the most and best that I could wish for you would be that you have a beautiful Goodp*ssy life, and that you “Have a wonderful goodp*ssy day.”
 
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In the beginning…American Goodp*ssy


“Those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it.”

This simple quotation, by George Santayana, when applied to the black experience becomes absolute. Because the black man in America has never had any real control of the press, he naturally has little knowledge of his history, of his place in society, or of the contributions he has made to civilization. Young black men who have no heroes or role models are inventing their own by making heroes and role models of themselves. In child-like desperation they are making connections, linking with the only history they do know, that of the slave. Although they have traditionally had or read few books, they and their friends did watch and indeed identify with author Alex Haley’s historic accounts in “Roots”. From then until now they are filling in their own blanks. Lines in the hair, names (brands) on their clothes, and chains around their necks, they are going backwards when they should be moving forward. Rap music, drum beats and images of hearty Africans chanting as they worked tirelessly in the scorching fields, today’s black youth are trying to create their own language. Common clichés like “What’s happening?” or “He just don’t know how to act,” are compellingly revealing because many young black men really do not know what is happening or how to act, because no one has ever told them or shown them just “how to act.” Unlike others who try to tell us what a black man is or is not, I intend to help you understand who he is. To better understand today’s black man, I believe it is crucial that you first of all understand the undeniable significance of his beginnings.

In his native homeland, Africa, he lived in families with hundreds of common ancestors. Africans generally had wooly hair, thick lips, broad features, and were almost true black in color. The Nilotics averaged 5 feet in height and the Pygmies were less than 5 feet tall, all speaking distinct languages.

The coastal dwellers were predominantly fisherman and boat makers while those in the grasslands herded goats, sheep and cattle. Individuals owned crops and not land and they believed in plural marriages. If the groom could afford it, payment to the bride’s family was made in livestock.

The European slave trade began in 1441 when Prince Henry the Navigator sent men to the west coast of Africa for skins and oils, but instead found gold, elephant tusks, pepper and slaves. For their black brothers the chiefs received rum, brandy, trinkets, looking glasses, beads and bracelets.

The first landing was to establish the trading station. One of the first buildings erected was the barac00n, where the slaves were to be housed. The whites did not go into the interior but did business with chiefs whose tribes raided each other. Granny Judith, an African slave, said that she had never seen red cloth before. Following pieces of red flannel that had been dropped on the ground, she and others followed a trail leading right up to the slave ship.

After the slaves were taken they were examined or inspected, their eyes, chest, belly, teeth, genitals and butt, then sometimes branded like animals with red palm oil. Others might be branded later on with their master’s initials, like any other horse or cow that belonged to him.

Slave ships carried about 250 slaves and the trip to the Middle Passage or West Indies took about 50 days. And once the Africans were brought to the ship they did not immediately sail off into the sunset. Terrified, they waited and waited and waited until the ship was full. Wearing leg irons, slaves were placed in different compartments in “the slave galley,” according to sex, where they remained throughout the voyage. Weak and sickened, they lived among rats, in their own vomit, bowel movements and urine, developing diseases like scurvy, smallpox, and the flu. Some captains were “loose packers,” while others were “tight packers” who believed that a larger cargo would offset their losses. Slaves were wedged in and given only the amount of space needed to lie down, barely enough for a man in a coffin. With the intense heat and no air, many suffocated and were found dead the next day.

The meal, usually consisting of coarse bananas, yams and coconuts was thrown down among them. Both food and water sometimes ran out.

Refusing to remain captives, some of the slaves committed suicide. Others refused to eat. When this happened the captain gave the command that mouth openers or live coals be forced into their mouths. Sometimes small children were brought on board. In one especially cruel instance three babies too small to eat alone or walk were pulled from their mothers’ arms and thrown overboard. Two women drowned trying to save their young. The third, chained to another woman broke her arm struggling to get free and died several days later. Man-eating sharks often followed the ships.

As far back as a year before the Mayflower, a pirate ship dropped anchor off the coast of Jamestown, Virginia in 1619, after robbing a Spanish ship of her cargo, including 20 Negroes who were exchanged for food. Those first twenty Negroes were not slaves but indentured servants and in 1623 or 1624 Antoney and Isabella gave birth to William, the first black child born in America. (Incidentally, Africans who were expert navigators and seamen, had already traveled to the Americas on trading expeditions centuries earlier, guided by the extraordinary genius of a black man called Imhotep.) By that time, 1619, the African slave trade (internationally) was already over 100 years old and less than a century later slavery had become a way of life in America. In less than 100 years the African had emerged from a man who was simply a different color with a different culture to a full fledged slave.

Many whites believed that if a Negro was not hanged he could live forever, and he seemed to have a greater resistance to diseases like measles, yellow fever and malaria. It was also believed that blacks adjusted better to the plantation system than did the Indian, whom they had tried to enslave. A Negro could do the work of four Indians, the Indians were hard to work with, and they did indeed die from the white man’s diseases. Often captured Indians who had friends nearby and who were not agricultural were shipped to the West Indies and traded for blacks who were shipped to the West Indies and traded for blacks who were ideally suited for slavery. It was also very dangerous to capture and hold Indians, plus they knew the country. Although both the Indian and the black man were savages different from the white man, the Indian proudly knew his place and was willing to fight to keep it. Blacks who were already under control were relatively helpless. And although the Indian was different, he still was not quite so different as the African.

From the moment the first white Europeans had come face-to-face with the first black Africans their differences were compelling. Negroes were immediately viewed as “strangers” or as the “others.” This perception in fact about the Negro being different became one of the key pro-slavery arguments for maintaining his enslavement. The African’s skin color and the way he lived automatically made him a savage heathen. Before the 16tth century the Oxford English Dictionary defined black as “deeply stained with dirt, soiled, foul…Having dark or deadly purposes, malignant, pertaining to or involving death, deadly; baneful, disastrous, sinister…Foul, iniquitous, atrocious, horrible, wicked.” Black was dangerous and disgusting while white was just the opposite. White was directly related to innocence and God. Whiteness was desired while blackness was condemned, and the black man’s evil nature was undeniable and unmistakable because of his hideous color. Historically, even on English stages, as far back as the 1500’s, the souls of those who were damned had been represented by actors painted black or wearing black costumes. Christians were white while heathens were non-white, especially Negroes…Blackness was a curse. In Africa, however, the opposite was true. The devil was white.

Many believed also that the Negro was a “distinct order of being,” the connecting link between men and monkeys. There was supposedly some logical relationship between the lowest man and the highest animal. The African was that connection or missing link, with the only difference between him and the ape being that the African could speak. Ironically, both the black man and the anthropoid ape had been discovered at the same time and in the same place. The fact that men who resembled apes and apes without tails who resembled men existed hinted that there may have been a sexual connection as well. Negores were also considered to be just as wild and equally as lustful as the Orangutan. What they were really comparing them to was the chimpanzee. Apes and amen who had low, flat nostrils and comparably shaped skulls were too much alike for their similarities to be overlooked. Some, in fact, even argued that the ape was the offspring of the Negro and some unknown African beast. Still, others believed that the Negro and the ape were having intercourse, specifically that the apes were having sex in the jungle with hot, passionate Negro women.

Because the ape was beastly and lustful, the Negro was also considered beastly and lustful. An early English writer, Samuel Purchas, in a segment of his writings wrote, “they are very greedie eaters, and no less drinkers, and very lecherous, and thievish, and much addicted to uncleanness: one man hath as many wives as hee is able to keepe and maintiane.” During the early 1500’s Leo Africanus, a Spanish Moor, wrote of Negores that “there is no nation under heaven more prone to venery, principally addicted to Treason, Treacherie, Murther, Thaft and Robberie.” Africanus further stated that “the Negroes likewise lead a beastly kind of life being utterly destitute of the ue of reason, of dexterity of wit, and of all arts. Yea, they so behave themselves as if they had continually lived in a forest among wild beasts. They have great swarms of harlots among them; whereupon a man may easily conjure their manner of living.” One 17th century traveler reported that the Negores sported “large propagators” and another stated that Mandingo men were “furnish with such members as are after a sort Burdensome unto them.” The implications were clear. The Negro was a well endowed wild savage who was beastly and who had no control over his carnivorous sexual appetite.

Again, many of the first Negroes were not slaves however, but indentured servants, some sold by their captains. They voted, accumulated land and some owned other Negro servants. Realizing however that negroes were strong, inexpensive and couldn’t be protected by the law, they soon became indentured servants for life, and their supply was inexhaustible. Originally some slave merchants sold negroes and whites as well as liquor, clothing and other goods, with no racial implications. Poor whites, prisoners and debtors were sent to the colonies, and men, women and children were often kidnapped. Free blacks were kidnapped as well. But whites could run away and change their names while the African could not. He might run but he could not hide. Because of his conspicuous visibility, slavery and the black man seemed to be made for each other. Many whites believed that slavery was the black man’s salvation.
 
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A slave was not a human being but a thing like a horse or a pair of pants, somebody else’s property. But slaves were human beings, not things, and they did know what was going on around them. Solomon Northup, a former slave once wrote “They are deceived who flatter themselves that the ignorant and debased slave has no conception of the magnitude of his wrongs. They are deceived who imagine that he arises from his knees with back lacerated and bleeding, cherishing only a spirit of meekness and forgiveness. A day may come – it will come, if his prayer is heard – a terrible day of vengeance, when the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy.”

On the plantation the slaves replaced themselves by breeding and the offspring belonged to the master, not to their own parents. (“In other words, the children he was making were not the slav’s family nor his responsibility.”) Other masters thought it was cheaper to buy new slaves than breed the old ones. They believed it was less expensive to get every ounce of work out of them for 4 to 7 years, and that the babies were worthless because of the costs of rearing them. Many women were commanded to have children and sold if they could not, For their services they were rewarded with new dresses, pigs, and sometimes their freedom after a certain number were born. Even though they were encouraged and compensated for having children, slave women who were pregnant were accused of not being worth their salt because they always found excuses for not working. There was a 3-year period for breaking in a new slave and during that time he was taught pidgin English, or French or Spanish and given a new name. Slaves were given new names to destroy their minds and lose their identity, to forget who they were. He was always Mr.So and So’s ******. During the early days drives (other black slaves) broke in the new arrivals, and at the end of 1 year the master or overseer took over the tamed Negro.

In Louisiana, where I am from, Negroes were also destined to be the beast of burden and even the Indians learned to enslave their captives, both blacks and whites. The colonists used slave offspring to sell, often enslaving their own children. White women sometimes favored black men and white indentured servants often married free Negro women. Frenchmen and Spaniards often married black Creole women, sometimes keeping them as second wives with fine homes and carriages and beautiful horses, clothes and jewelry.

Obviously, slavery in Louisiana was not as brutal as it was in the American colonies. The Code Noir (black code) instituted by the French required master’s to feed, clothe and house their slaves adequately, even when sickness or old age prevented them from working, and they were not to be worked on Sundays or holy days. Under Spanish rule many slaves had been freed as well. A number of Black Creole families gained huge fortunes. They held almost 2,500 of their own slaves with over $15,000,000 in cash, real estate and other valuables.

In most of the other colonies slavery was indeed a very cruel institution. Slaves toiled in the scorching fields (sometimes naked) from sun up till sun down with 10 or 15 minutes for cold bacon, working long into the night if there was a full moon. If he fell short during picking time he would be whipped, sometimes receiving as much as 100 lashes for standing idle in the field. Masters were poisoned, crushed glass was put into milk, tools were destroyed and many slaves ran away. White men lived in as much fear as the black man, because at any moment slaves might try to kill them.
 
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American Goodp*ssy; continued
The strategy of breaking tools and slowing down work was called “out dumbing” and slaves did just that, played dumb. They pretended to be the stupid animals their masters thought they were. The more ignorant the slave was the less work he would have to do. And slaves always wanted to do as little work as possible getting as few beatings as possible. Dr. Samuel W. Cartwright was actually convinced that the Negro suffered from a disease of stupidness which he called Dysesthesia Aetiopica. Others who knew better called it Rascality. But what Dr.Cartwright had misdiagnosed as a disease was actually nothing more than sabotage. It was alright to steal from the master, too, because the slaves felt that they had already worked for whatever they took. The only crime was to steal from another slave. Blacks indeed remained human under the most inhumane conditions. One of their favorite songs was “Got One Mind for the Boss to See: Got Another Mind for What I know is Me.” The slave’s body may have belonged to the master but his mind was clearly his own. He refused to be the white man’s puppet.

Dr.Cartwright believed that the Negro suffered from another disease as well, “Drapetomia,” the disease of running away. He also argued that the Negro and the Indian were created before Adam and Eve and that they were part of the dominion over which Adam was to rule. He suggested as well, that the serpent who tempted Eve in the garden was actually a Negro gardener. Many white people believed Dr.Cartwright, including Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy.

Generally, slave quarters were more fit for animals than human beings. As many a dozen men, women and children might live like cattle in one small room with no windows and a dirt floor. In the winter the wind would blow through the cracks and whenever it rained the slaves lived in slop like pigs. They were given old clothes to wear and sometimes children were barely clothed or not clothed at all. Stiff Negro brogans were given out when it was time to work in the fields and sometimes in the winter they wrapped their feet in burlap or had toes freeze off. (Whenever they would sneak off to dance, the women would always kick their shoes off, complaining that they hurt their feet and kept them from moving the way they wanted to.) Slaves who did not have to work on Sundays were sometimes allowed to have a good time on Saturday nights. Thomas Jefferson once wrote of the Negro that “They seem to require less sleep. A black after hard labor through the day, will be induced by the slightest amusements to sit up till midnight, or later, though knowing he must be out with the first dawn of the morning.”

On larger plantations with more specialization there were field Negroes, house servants, artisans, nurses, a black driver and a white overseer to make sure the slaves worked and did not run away. Overseers also whipped the slaves, along with the master, the black driver and even the master’s wife. While a wealthy plantation owner might have over 1,000 slaves, most masters owned less than four Negroes, often working side-by-side and even eating together. Slaves and poor whites did not work well together. White males usually got the easier jobs and better wages, working in the fields while their women and children waiter in wagons. Black women and children hoed, chopped cotton, weeded and helped clear swamps. The white worked during the summer and begged in winter. And slaves frequently complained that the whites were lazy. Black men were also leased to the railroad. Some even hired out their own time by the day, week, month or year for as much $600, even though they were supposed to be ignorant.

On many plantations house servants who tried to make things easier for themselves were hated by the field slaves. Expecting rewards or possibly gratitude house servants had often exposed planned insurrections. Wearing uniforms or the master’s old clothes they sometimes felt superior and close to the master looking out for the slave owner’s interests as well. Uncle Tom’s as they were called, were trained to be that way as children, often sleeping on a pallet on the floor beside the master’s bed and eating his left over food. As long as they stayed close to the white man they would be alright. All house servants did not feel that way, however, and some actually spied on the master instead.

Field slaves who were not as close to the master were also not overwhelmed by his ideas. Also, because the master was up in the big house they could get away with more, and some liked it that way. By discouraging the two classes from associating with each other the master was teaching the slaves to discriminate against themselves, but that plan did not always work either.
 
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American Goodp*ssy, continued
There were several factors that had led to the alleged inferiority of all blacks. Slave trades in Africa had always handled Negroes the same way they handled any other animal. The slave owner had even profaned the Portugese word for black – “Negro” – and made it “******.” Men who ate like animals and grunted like animals were clearly inferior and sub-human. Some believed that the Negro’s blood, skull, brains and even semen were black. Negroes had even been catalogued into five classes according to intellect, 1st Negroes, 2nd Orangutans, 3rd Apes, 4th Baboons and 5th Monkeys. The original color of man was also white like Adam his creator, and every other color was a degenerate mutant. Because the Negro was an inferior savage he was naturally meant to be a slave. Blacks were meant to obey. Whites were meant to rule. Negroes were ignorant, stupid and barbaric. Slavery would civilize them and make them better men, if in fact they were men at all. Besides, slavery was the only thing Negroes were fit for anyway. That is what many American colonists believed.

During this time, however, it was the slave owners who seemed to be sub-human, perpetrating all kinds of vicious atrocities against the Negro. They deprived the black man of his freedom, destroyed his family, whipped him, branded him, castrated him, cut off ears and feet, lynched him and even burned him. Some crimes were even more gruesome and horrendous. Slaves were sometimes boiled and at least one man was cooked over a slow fire for 8 to 10 hours. If a slave rebelled he might be hanged in chains with his severed head on a pole as a reminder to other blacks never to raise their hands against their masters. A former slave, Ben Simpson, left a written account of his own mother’s death. When his master died, he, his sister and his mother were left to a son who had to leave the area quickly because he was in trouble. Chained and walking from Georgia to Texas, it snowed and they had to sleep on the ground. When his mother’s feet became raw and swollen and started bleeding the new master took out his gun and shot her, leaving her to die in the middle of the road. “Damn a ****** what can’t stand nothing,” he said, as he kicked her two or three times.

Many slaves felt that their only hope was to run away, traveling northward in search of freedom. Others had simply had their fill of being treated badly by their masters. They wanted to make their own choices as to how they should live. The “Underground Railroad” or secret roads on the Ohio River became the escape route for fugitive slaves looking for a new life. Field agents directed to them a “conductor.” The conductor was usually a sympathetic white or free black person who would hide the fleeing slave in places such as barns and attics during the day while a message was sent to the next station. Slave holders, sheriffs, bounty hunters and even some blacks would chase the fugitives trying to catch them, even if they had already reached the north. Sometimes slaves would run away, get past paddyrollers who patrolled the roads and hide out in the woods, sometimes starting their own secluded settlements where they would raise families.

And slaves never knew when they might be sold. A white man just might ride up and say “You my ****** now. Get in the wagon.” And that would be the last anyone would see of him. No goodbyes, no farewells, nothing. And he would be gone. So a slave might have lived on several plantations.

Free Negroes were a real problem. Too often they had served as bad examples for Negro slaves. They were potential trouble makers who had been accused of helping runaways, selling liquor to slaves and receiving stolen property. They were said to be “degraded and vicious” and “given to idleness, frolicking, drunkenness, and in some cases dishonest.” They were also said to be “degraded and vicious” and “given to idleness, frolicking, drunkenness, and in some cases dishonest.” They were also said to be dangerous and burdensome, which may well have been the case because of cruel mistreatment and the fact that they could not find jobs. Even Thomas Jefferson, who believed that the Negro was both mentally and physically inferior, felt that blacks and whites would never be able to live together harmoniously because “deep routed prejudices entertained by the whites; 10,000 recollections by the blacks of the injuries they have sustained; the real distinctions nature has made; and many other circumstances, will divide us into parties and produce convulsions which will probably never end but in the extermination of one or the other race.” Although free blacks were in trouble up to their necks, many whites believed that this too was due to their unfortunate circumstance. During that time there was also a disproportionate number of blacks in jail and the fact that blacks were walking around unsupervised made the whites believe that there would be even more problems.

And there were more problems between white men and black men, both free and slave, and between white men from the north and white men from the south. There were planned insurrections by men like 24-year-old Gabriel, against his cruel master Thomas Prosser; by Denmark Vesey, a free black man who spoke several languages; by a slave preacher named Nat Turner and by John Brown, a white abolitionist whose plan was to capture an arsenal at Harper’s Ferry and give the weapons to slaves.
 
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But even though there was mass paranoia and hysteria, white men, women and children still managed to enjoy themselves. America during the 1850’s was thriving and booming country with men bragging about everything – mountains, cities and even the size of the country. By the last half of the century people were having fun at amusement parks, horse races, learning the latest dances and playing a new game called baseball. They were indeed great times for all but the black man.

Slaves were still articles of property, not human beings. But Americans were beginning to fight each other more and more everyday over the same issue with words, fists and with weapons. In fact, things had become so intense that many members of Congress had come to session armed with knives and pistols. In 1858 the Supreme Court ruled that Dred Scott, who was a slave in Missouri, was still a slave when he returned after traveling with his master to the state of Illinois which was free and later to the free northern part of the Louisiana Purchase. Most of the judges had held that since he was not a citizen of Missouri he did not have the right to sue in its courts. Slaves could be taken anywhere. They were still slaves. The Dred Scott decision firmly established that Negroes were not citizens, confirming what many whites had believed all along, that even the Declaration of Independence did not include the Negro because he was not considered a man.

When Abraham Lincoln took office in 1860 the United States was already involved in a bitter struggle. Lincoln, a brilliant politician with a humorous way of getting his point across, was against the expansion of slavery. He did not intend to free the slaves. He simply felt that “a house divided against itself cannot stand.” Southerners, however, believed that any state could leave the Union if it wished to do so and many pro-slavery southern states seceded. In 1861 the Confederate forces fired on Fort Sumpter which was occupied by the Union and the Civil War began.

Again, the North did not want to destroy slavery, only to preserve the Union. Approximately 500,000 slaves joined the Union lines working as laborers and soldiers. Hoping for better treatment, well-to-do Negroes from New Orleans, not one worth less than $25,000, had formed the Native Guard in support of the Confederacy to show their patriotism. But when the Union Army captured the city they switched sides. Contraband slaves also flooded the streets, living on half-rations handed out by the soldiers and jammed into huts in filthy camps. Negroes in the Confederacy were often drafted but most of the slaves were left to raise food and fiber so that the men would be free to fight. But when the master and his overseer did leave the plantation the Negroes who were still there often ate up everything in sight. Southern Negroes also helped escaped northern troops, providing food and guiding them.

In the beginning – when they thought it would be easy – everyone wanted to go to war, especially white aristocrats who would be officers. Reality, however, changed many things, including Abraham Lincoln’s mind about giving Negroes guns. But even then the black man was discriminated against for the Union was not legally required to pay them the same thing white soldiers were paid. Black soldiers received $10 a month, not enough to feed a family, minus $300 for uniforms, while white privates received $13 a month and a clothing allowance of $3.50 a month. Many black soldiers felt good because they were learning to read and write, but whenever they marched into a town, the whites would stay inside.
 
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The Emancipation Proclamation was designed to weaken the South’s hold on the slave and it did. Thousands of slaves left crops and hoes in the fields and guns and ammunition in the factories to get to the “Moses” in the north, Abe Lincoln. The North had the manpower and resources it so desperately needed while the South suffered from deprivation and disease. In 1865 the Confederacy collapsed.

After the war many rag-tag poor blacks followed Union troops into the cities and the whites found themselves facing yet another obstacle. How would they protect themselves from contamination while the pitiful blacks reverted to savagery which would make them extinct? The older slaves had been loyal and cooperative but the generation was anything but that. Prejudice had become worse when slavery was abolished. Many in fact believed that the Negroes were incapable of being assimilated politically, socially or physically into a white society. They also believed that blacks with a slave past were typically ignorant and would not frequent hotels and restaurants even if they knew where they were and could afford them. And they absolutely did not believe that the Negro would work since it was no longer compulsory. Whites were still afraid, however, that there might be a payback for all that they had done to the black man.

Experts agree that the Jim Crow system of racial separation was full-fledged immediately after the Civil War. Negroes who had gained rights when whites disagreed lost them when they (the whites) made up. Once again the Negro was accused of being shiftless and hopeless and unfit for the white man’s civilization. Many blacks and whites who had been friends found themselves drifting apart as well. Whites of course who were disgusted at seeing black and white friends eating and working together, and blacks going just about everywhere they wanted to go, could not be any more pleased with the turn of events. In the name of White Supremacy the Negro became the scapegoat in bringing the North and South together. Wherever the black man went he was reminded of white superiority and supremacy and black inferiority and subordination. Like the slave, he was made to know his place. There were Negro pews in church. Negroes were given the Lord’s Supper after the white members of the congregation and there was even a Jim Crow bible for Negro witnesses to kiss. Blacks also passed on the outside of whites, even stepping in the road if it became necessary.

Abraham Lincoln once said “A universal feeling whether well or ill-founded, can not be safely disregarded. We can not, then, make them equals.” Jim Crow laws applied to not some Negroes but to all Negroes. One Alabama representative said “No Negro in the world is equal to the least, poorest, lowest-down white man I ever knew.” And any responsibility the whites may have felt for the black man before the Civil War they soon lost. Instead, they feared revenge.

Segregation was also leading to an alienation of sympathies and a decline in white influence over blacks and racial friction. Because whites were no longer near the Negro they could not watch him. And because they were losing their control they believed that the blacks would become more aggressive. Being politically and economically powerless blacks would become socially dangerous. Depravity would make them more depraved, retrogressing once more to savagery. But the black man was already degraded, he might as well stay where he was. That is what the whites thought. He did not need to get a good education either because he would not learn anything anyway. There was more determination than ever to do the Negro in and to keep him away from decent white folks. “They are ******s” who cannot be helped so why waste the time. Leave them in the gutter where they belong.
 
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Some cities had all white blocks and all blocks, while other had separate districts. In New Orleans, potential residents, whether white or black, had to get the consent of the majority of the people living in the neighborhood before moving in. Negro prostitutes and white prostitutes even worked in separate districts. Small towns sometimes prohibited Negroes from living there. And other cities like Mobile had curfew laws requiring blacks to be off the streets by 10 p.m.

“Whites Only” and “Colored” signs were popping up everywhere – at water fountains, rest rooms, stairways and even entrances and exits. In some states there were Negro nurses for Negro patients, and Alabama prohibited white nurses from taking care of male Negro patients. Oklahoma had separate telephone booths and in Florida blacks and whites used textbooks that were kept separated, even when they were in storage.

Jim Crow laws were like smoking, non-smoking restrictions today but the punishment was acutely more severe. Many Negroes became victims of mob violence. In a colored district in Wilmington, North Carolina 400 white men set fires, chased hundreds of Negroes out of town and killed and wounded others. There were similar riots in cities like St. Louis and Memphis as well, where 46 black men, women and children were murdered, and in New Orleans an uncontrolled mob murdered, robbed and assaulted Negroes for three days. A Negro postmaster in Lake City, South Carolina was burned to death in his own house and his family shot down while trying to escape. This is the violent legacy of the black man in America, before the year 1900, almost a century ago. The Jewish people were admittedly the victims of a despicable crime when they lost six million of their people, but from the time slavery began the African continent brutally lost between fourty and fifty million of her youngest and strongest sons and daughters to the most insidious and horrendous crime perpetrated in the history of mankind. Society has indeed white-washed slavery, but an even more tragic situation prevails as it now blackballs today’s black man.
 
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Goodp*ssy From Boyhood to Manhood
So now that you know what Goodp*ssy is, let’s see how it works. Let us briefly consider a few phases of the Goodp*ssy philosophy as it relates to the development of young men in America. This is an important issue because before we can understand why things happen as they do, we must first understand the nature of the factors or elements involved. And since this is a book about men, we are going to start out by taking a leisurely walk through the hypothetical life of a man socialized in the good old U.S.A.

Even before you were thought of, you were already building up steam for your journey. The fantasies, the passion and the lust your father had for your mother were a very real fact of life before you became an embryo. Your very own personalized link was being forged on the Goodp*ssy Chain, actually commencing at that precise moment your father fertilized your mother’s eggs deep down in her womb. As he exhaled in utter ecstasy, you had already been on your way, though kissing and courting, perhaps petting. But in that instant alone, you happened. You became you.

And isn’t it still interesting that even though you were there, they couldn’t be sure, not until the doctor confirmed it. But, you were there all the time, just waiting for the right moment to spring out. As you passed from your mother’s warm body and into the open atmosphere, using your own lungs to breathe independently for the first time, you yourself, for the second time, became the Goodp*ssy prize for the loving parents who had created you, and who were now proudly displaying you. They had received their first prize when they found out that your mother was pregnant.

Even the attending medical staff was all smiles because they had picked up extra Goodp*ssy points for another successful delivery. Your father passed out cigars while everyone else patted themselves on the back, and since you were a boy, your parents received bonus Goodp*ssy perks for bringing yet another man-child into the world. Little biddy you had validated all of them. You had shown all of them that they could do it. You had survived because your parents were good and deserving and because the medical team was competent. And you did it all by yourself, just by taking the time to show up. You were their little man, their very own little hero, their dream come true…..their Goodp*ssy.

And so fortunately, or unfortunately, a the case may be, began your life’s run with society. You are born of expectations, and live the rest of your life that way. If you are a boy, born with a bat (no matter how many they have seen), anxious crowds will be waiting in the bleachers to see how well you use it. From the moment you were wrapped in your own soft blue blanket the seed is planted that a penis is more valuable than a vagina.

The next major concern, of course, would be the size of your bat, because as everybody knew, bigger was (supposedly) better. The mere fact that you had a healthy bat was hardly important, as everyone gawked at your ding-a-ling and flipped out their rulers.

But then, that never really worked either, because those who did not have big bats made sure those who had big bats could not use them. And as bats, both big and little, became scarce, technology, and necessity – the mother of invention – popped up with an ultra lite, ultra durable, ultra lasting bat, so that those who did not have their own bats old simply run down to their nearest adult novelty shop and buy one. Now they too could know the pride of ownership in having their own bat, offered in various sizes, shapes and colors with a variety of deluxe features. This, of course, proved quite disarming for those who had for so long coveted their own prized phalluses.
 
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From “poking t*ts” and “shooting squirrel” it’s up and on to the little league to see how well he swings his bat, or to the basketball court or to the football field. Goodp*ssy at this stage is winning. After all, it really isn’t just how well you play the game, but if you won it, because the winner gets the trophy, and to kiss the pretty girl. That was 20 years ago. Today the winner still gets to kiss the pretty girl, but all over if he wishes to, and she will do the same thing for him if that’s what he wants. Today, the girl, or more specifically sex, is the prize. Losers only get to watch.

Scotty, one of those “dirty young men” said that as a child he always liked being picked up by women because he enjoyed squeezing and poking their breasts. Greg, his buddy, smiled too as he talked about his youth. He said that when he was about six or seven years old, if he was watching TV and a pretty lady was sitting in a chair, he would walk up close to the screen to try to look under her dress. He did it even thought it was only television and you couldn’t see anything that wasn’t already on the screen.

At any rate, let us now consider the next link in our neat little chain: feeding, or rather breast feeding. As infants, either male or female, the love affair with these milk bearing fatty glands is begun. Little boys grow up to be carnivorous breast hunters, willing to do or say almost anything to “see that tit.” Little girls too, soon discover that having “mouth watering t*ts” is half the battle in the mating game. Today, however, just as men gain pleasure by suckling female breasts, females now feel free to titillatingly nibble on their man’s nipples, too.

So, it becomes a compulsion for the loser as well to validate himself, to get his prize, his Goodp*ssy. Even at this early stage in his development, sex has become a benefit of achievement.

Now you are in your twenties, ready to “show your stuff” and challenge the world, but how do you go about doing that? … Again, the answer is simple. Way, way back when, when your dad climbed on your mom it all started, remember? That’s the answer. To get your own Goodp*ssy, get yourself some p*ssy, any p*ssy. After all, if you’ve got some sex, you’re obviously a winner because you’ve already been awarded the prize. And what could possibly be any better than having your own trophy? That’s right, having many trophies. Sex itself has become Goodp*ssy, independent of any personalization or feelings. The other person, the woman, becomes incidental and unimportant except in her role as a servicing agent with a vaginal prize for your accomplishments. She is simply your servant and your “ego booster.”

Being a man is to be a member of a potentially lonely lot. During teens and twenties you are busy swinging your bat and winning prizes. In your thirties, life just isn’t working out the way you thought it would, and at forty you are divorced and on your back. What have you built? What do you have that is really yours? If you had anything, your ex-wife has it by now. If you are fortunate enough to have a relationship that is still working, you are indeed one of the lucky ones. If you’re single, the few friends who are still around don’t open up anyway, so it’s you against the world. But alas, all is not lost. There is yet hope on the horizon.
 
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Coming to your aid, that’s right, is some good and loving woman. She helps you to pick yourself up and brush yourself off. She cleans you up, finds you some decent clothes, feeds you and nurses you back to health, helps to restore your self-confidence, then sets you back on the straight and narrow.

So this is your life Mr. ___________. What happened? Why did everything go wrong? And what about all your hopes and dreams? The answer is painfully simple. “It’s a man thang.” Now that you are tired, lonely, alienated and isolated with no affection or intimacy you begin to realize something. All that macho garbage you’ve been fed throughout your life isn’t worth a pot to piss in. Being cool and independent, hiding and suppressing emotions and believing that you didn’t need anyone doesn’t feel good right now.

You have always been in control and in charge, but now there is nothing to control or take charge of. In essence, there is nothing you are good at anymore or good for anymore. You are no better than a faded rag or a worn old piece of furniture unless someone recognizes your worth as a decent human being. You’ve got a real dilemma on your hands but it’s too late now. There’s not much you can do about it.

At this point in your life you realize that your Goodp*ssy has somehow slipped past you. All that is left are god and each day of the rest of your life. Your youth is gone, your security is gone, the power and the sex prizes you have courted all your life are gone…Love has always meant sex to you and now that the sex is gone, that means that love is gone too..you are alone… You didn’t let anyone get close to you so now there is no one close to you. You have become a lonely old man whose only Goodp*ssy is the one hot meal delivered to you daily at noon by the “Council on The Aging,” and those few visitors who occasionally drop by. Goodp*ssy then, become your final reward as you are placed in a solitary coffin in a lonely cemetery, lowered into dear mother earth and covered with dirt, hopefully to once again share communion with your maker.
 
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