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Wild stories from grandparents?
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Loool thought my grandad was the epitome of a God Fearing Husband And Father of 7 until my mum told me that when my grandma went to take care of her car insurance, she found out dude bought her and his mistress the exact same car the exact same colour
Real scumbag, Still love you tho Baba RIP
Interesting fact about my dad's mum she comes from a family of actual Albinos, although she herself had some pigmentation so her eyes and hair came out red. They used to call her Red
Real scumbag, Still love you tho Baba RIPInteresting fact about my dad's mum she comes from a family of actual Albinos, although she herself had some pigmentation so her eyes and hair came out red. They used to call her Red
Iāve told this story on here, I believe, but I can tell it again cause Iām damn proud of it. 
My Grandfather was friends with a very famous black baseball player.
At one point this particular person was getting threats from the KKK, who wanted him and his family to evict their home.
So my Grandfather, who was really street connected, told the baseball player to leave his ranch and lay up at a nice hotel.
My Grandfather then went to his ranch with 30 or so goons and camped out around the perimeter until the KKK came through.
They came out from the bushes and ambushed the klan and killed all of them.
In my grandfathers own words āwe had those crackers in the nearby towns so scared they wouldnāt even go to a linen sale because they didnāt wanna be seen near any sheets after what we did to those devils.ā
My Grandfather was friends with a very famous black baseball player.
At one point this particular person was getting threats from the KKK, who wanted him and his family to evict their home.
So my Grandfather, who was really street connected, told the baseball player to leave his ranch and lay up at a nice hotel.
My Grandfather then went to his ranch with 30 or so goons and camped out around the perimeter until the KKK came through.
They came out from the bushes and ambushed the klan and killed all of them.
In my grandfathers own words āwe had those crackers in the nearby towns so scared they wouldnāt even go to a linen sale because they didnāt wanna be seen near any sheets after what we did to those devils.ā
Jean toomer
Superstar
Grandpa needs some kind of memorial: a plaque or statue or a scholarship named after him. Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.Iāve told this story on here, I believe, but I can tell it again cause Iām damn proud of it.
My Grandfather was friends with a very famous black baseball player.
At one point this particular person was getting threats from the KKK, who wanted him and his family to evict their home.
So my Grandfather, who was really street connected, told the baseball player to leave his ranch and lay up at a nice hotel.
My Grandfather then went to his ranch with 30 or so goons and camped out around the perimeter until the KKK came through.
They came out from the bushes and ambushed the klan and killed all of them.
In my grandfathers own words āwe had those crackers in the nearby towns so scared they wouldnāt even go to a linen sale because they didnāt wanna be seen near any sheets after what we did to those devils.ā
I disagree, because he did protect a lot of Black people back in the day but he also did a lot of scumbag shyt.
But thereās a school in Florida with my familyās last name.
Yaboysix
That nikka
What's the school?
Not wild but my grand papi had a habit of standing up my grand mother every New Yearās Eve when they were dating
Heād say he was on his way, she would get all dolled up and breh would never show up
and she never left that man. Made him breakfast till the day he died
You miss one phone call from a brehette these days and itās
Heād say he was on his way, she would get all dolled up and breh would never show up
and she never left that man. Made him breakfast till the day he died
You miss one phone call from a brehette these days and itās
Minnie J. NiBlack Elementary
That was his biological last name, but not the last name he went by.
She was his cousin, I believe.
Fillerguy
Veteran
My grandfather and his friends used to "smuggle" drugs in from the Vietnam war. I put smuggle i quotes because it was more like importing. Their army duffle bags used to be filled with dope. The Army didn't care nor did they check bags. We have pics of human sized bags, filled with powder. Without getting into too much detail, my family helped start the dope trade in NY/NJ....at least, Black peoples involvement.
Yaboysix
That nikka
I was raised by my great uncle Marshal Blue,he was a Pastor slash Bootlegger back in the day.
He would sit me down and tell me the stories from back in the day, like how when he was a kid, white man would come up to your house, take his boots off at your door, have your dad exit the house while he has sex with his wife...and there was nothing you could do about it...
That's why i get happy when i see certain stories in here resulting in them getting what they deserve.
He would sit me down and tell me the stories from back in the day, like how when he was a kid, white man would come up to your house, take his boots off at your door, have your dad exit the house while he has sex with his wife...and there was nothing you could do about it...
That's why i get happy when i see certain stories in here resulting in them getting what they deserve.
Any of y'all got grandparents who have told some wild ass stories from their past? My grandma has told me a bunch. For example she told me her oldest brother Grover slashed up some predator cac when he was trying to break into their home late at night full of alcohol (Daddy wasn't home).
She was dying laughing telling me the story. Said he just about killed him. Had to skip town afterwards though. This was like in the late 40s early 50s (Alabama)
Told me some other ones as well involving family members catching bodies. Crazy stuff.
Sometimes I wish I would record these stories. They're something.
sort like my Gmom story. Her uncle killed some cac and they was looking for him, so some white folks he was cool with put him in a casket and shipped him to Florida. This was in the 1930s South Carolina.
Rev Leon Lonnie Love
damned mine eyes, DAMNED mine eyes!!
Only 3
? So basically what you saying is your grandad evaluated his health and said fukk it let me take that plea deal and do this 24 months and i'll be home free. 
Be a descendant of a snitch, brehs
My grandfather finally got himself a nice govt job at the state department in the 80s. But get this tho; dude was an old school, "women belong in the kitchen" type of misogynist.
So he rose in the ranks for several years until he finally got a white woman boss. She was like 3rd or 4th in line after the secretary of the state too. But she kept nagging him and nagging him day in and day out. You know in that passive aggressive way cacs treat black people. Until one day, grand daddy just snapped and back handed that poor woman
From that day onwards my grandfather never held another govt job in his life .
His prospects would've been bleak in his later years, but he caught a 4th quarter buzzer beater when one of his daughters lucked out and became a doc and he never had to work again.