My first live exposure to the nigger- What does a 4 year old know?

This is a story told to me by my mother a couple years ago. Uncanny how Mom's remember things like this. When I was 4 years old my Dad, as dads in those days did, decided that I was ready for a haircut. The usual barber my Dad frequented in our small rural town in Missouri (Pronounced Missoura by actual Missourians) was not available so he took me to the other barber. Well....... the other barber was an old nigger. Dammit, Dad. BIG MISTAKE! So the way Mom tells it, which isn't surprising since I can't remember my Dad ever having anything nice to say about niggers, I screamed NIGGER! and ran out the door screaming. Dad found me later under a table at the doughnut shop about 3 buildings down. Dad never took me there again, especially after my Grandmother seriously ripped him a new one. And about my grandmother- She was an old Virginia mountain woman, born in 1898 who chewed Days O Work tobacco, Levi Garret snuff in the little red and white can and drank corn whiskey out of an old stone jug, and carried a pistol in the pocket of her bathrobe. And NO I'm not making that up, it's God's honest truth, that's my Grandmother. We called her Nanny. One time she went to KC with me and Dad and saw a nigger walking around with his coal burner- she came completely unglued. She said "That niggra ought to be took out and hung and that white girl whipped to an inch of her life." She was quite a lady, my grandmother...... Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the recounting of a bit of my history.

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Originally Posted by Tar Remover

This is a story told to me by my mother a couple years ago. Uncanny how Mom's remember things like this. When I was 4 years old my Dad, as dads in those days did, decided that I was ready for a haircut. The usual barber my Dad frequented in our small rural town in Missouri (Pronounced Missoura by actual Missourians) was not available so he took me to the other barber. Well....... the other barber was an old nigger. Dammit, Dad. BIG MISTAKE! So the way Mom tells it, which isn't surprising since I can't remember my Dad ever having anything nice to say about niggers, I screamed NIGGER! and ran out the door screaming. Dad found me later under a table at the doughnut shop about 3 buildings down. Dad never took me there again, especially after my Grandmother seriously ripped him a new one. And about my grandmother- She was an old Virginia mountain woman, born in 1898 who chewed Days O Work tobacco, Levi Garret snuff in the little red and white can and drank corn whiskey out of an old stone jug, and carried a pistol in the pocket of her bathrobe. And NO I'm not making that up, it's God's honest truth, that's my Grandmother. We called her Nanny. One time she went to KC with me and Dad and saw a nigger walking around with his coal burner- she came completely unglued. She said "That niggra ought to be took out and hung and that white girl whipped to an inch of her life." She was quite a lady, my grandmother...... Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the recounting of a bit of my history.

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:lmao
You must have been quite the sight running for your life out of the barber shop. Smart boy.

Your nanny was a hoot. What a great grandmother!

This world needs more women like your granny!

Lucky you ran off, you would have had a afro had that nigger got hold of you.

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Originally Posted by Buck Simian

Lucky you ran off, you would have had a afro had that nigger got hold of you.

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Probably lice and a bad scalp rash as well. That generation was the best in so many ways. Not just their hate of the nigger. They knew how to handle the SJW and the nigger. Back when I was young I had an old white barber that had a few nigger customers. So he offered "lines" as an option. I think I was like 10 or something when I asked for them and he told me they were for niggers and I didn't really want them. Wise old man. These days it is impossible to find that kind of barber shop with the old dog in the corner and a barber who can give you a decent haircut without trying to sell you $100 worth of shit that cost 8 cents to make.

I sure wish I could find an old-time barbershop these days.
I remember back in the 80's taking my sons, in turn, for their first haircut. The padded board across the arms of the chair. Them crying like they were being killed. Great old shop. A pile of 20 year old Field & Stream magazines with the occasional Playboy. Some of the local retirees hanging out swapping lies and...if you were a regular, you knew where the fridge in the back room was and to grab yourself a long neck while you were waiting. Ah, good times.

These days? A fuckin Super Cuts and a twenty-something 5 days out of beautician school who can't remember how you like your hair cut.

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Originally Posted by SC Anemia

I sure wish I could find an old-time barbershop these days.
I remember back in the 80's taking my sons, in turn, for their first haircut. The padded board across the arms of the chair. Them crying like they were being killed. Great old shop. A pile of 20 year old Field & Stream magazines with the occasional Playboy. Some of the local retirees hanging out swapping lies and...if you were a regular, you knew where the fridge in the back room was and to grab yourself a long neck while you were waiting. Ah, good times.

These days? A fuckin Super Cuts and a twenty-something 5 days out of beautician school who can't remember how you like your hair cut.

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So true! The barber shop I normally went to went to shit recently. It was a real old school place like you described and then I don't know what happened. I think maybe they got bought out, one day I show up to get my haircut and here is a sheboon working in the place. Next thing I know around a month later it was closed. No explanation, in fact if you go to the building now the sign is still flipped over to say open yet they obviously are not. The sow probably killed the owners, robbed the place and left them in the back to rot.

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Originally Posted by Frustrated

I guess I should consider myself lucky. I still have a shop I've gone to since I was 2. Playboys and old ass taxidermy never goes out of style. It's a family run place where his boys work at too. They straight razor everyone's neckline and ears on every haircut. And the fish stories....

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Oh yeah, I forgot the whitetail mount along with a few bass on the walls. If you walk in and see that, you're in the right place.

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Originally Posted by SC Anemia

I sure wish I could find an old-time barbershop these days.
I remember back in the 80's taking my sons, in turn, for their first haircut. The padded board across the arms of the chair. Them crying like they were being killed. Great old shop. A pile of 20 year old Field & Stream magazines with the occasional Playboy. Some of the local retirees hanging out swapping lies and...if you were a regular, you knew where the fridge in the back room was and to grab yourself a long neck while you were waiting. Ah, good times.

These days? A fuckin Super Cuts and a twenty-something 5 days out of beautician school who can't remember how you like your hair cut.

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Keep your eyes out folks... I had the exact same problem with getting my flat top some regular service after my regular barber really went downhill (I think he started smoking meth, for reals); then I discovered a new place. There's a resurgence of the old-school barber shop - the MEN'S barber shop. I know they are generally douche bags, but ask some of the hipsters where they are getting their hair cuts. There's a whole new generation of barbers coming out that cater to the hipsters. We've got two of them now, and it's the real deal: Flat tops, collegiate cuts, Pomade, Bay Rum, straight razor shaves... Playboy mags (the ones with real women that actually have bush!), a cold beer while you wait. Run by young guys who really want to bring back that experience.

Didn't peg you for a flat top Moolie. Good on ya! My dad wore a flat top his whole life. A redneck, flat top wearing mason who hated 'coons'.

BTW, yeah real women have bush or at least some. That shaved bald shit has kind of a pedophile thing about it. Just my opinion.

NATURAL TITS AND BUSH FUCK YEA

Sorry, got excited :lol

We had a neighbor who was 4'10" and weighed 90lbs when she was in her prime. She also helped her husband cut and load pulpwood and farm. She was all muscle. She later worked at a local fish house where there were a few nigger workers. She was always yelling "Nigger this, and nigger that!" Not one of those coons would lift a finger against her. Good old days...when we all had bowl cuts

Hard to find a male barber around here that isn't light in the loafers.

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Originally Posted by k9woman

:lmao
You must have been quite the sight running for your life out of the barber shop. Smart boy.

Your nanny was a hoot. What a great grandmother!

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Thank you, k9woman! She certainly was!

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Originally Posted by chimpwhipper

we had a neighbor who was 4'10" and weighed 90lbs when she was in her prime. She also helped her husband cut and load pulpwood and farm. She was all muscle. She later worked at a local fish house where there were a few nigger workers. She was always yelling "nigger this, and nigger that!" not one of those coons would lift a finger against her. Good old days...when we all had bowl cuts

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hahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!! I love it!

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Originally Posted by CoonTownYT

NATURAL TITS AND BUSH FUCK YEA

Sorry, got excited :lol

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I gotta admit, that gets me going too!

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Originally Posted by Sickle Cell

In Wilmington,NC in the late 90's,when I had hair and kept a flat top I had two great barbers. The didn't cut nigger hair. They told niggers they weren't trained or required to cut their hair because of the lack of training. Their training was before niggers were shoved down our throats. I just wish the ," No Niggers" signs could go back up.

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HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Too bad they couldn't say- Sorry, we don't have hazmat suits and a sawz-all!

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Originally Posted by CoonTownYT

NATURAL TITS AND BUSH FUCK YEA

Sorry, got excited :lol

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About a year ago, I helped a buddy clean out an abandoned restaurant. Found 8 banker boxes full of old Playboys - all from the 60's and 70's! (No idea why they were stashed in the back of some old restaurant.) That's the stuff I grew up on! None of them were in pristine, collectible condition or anything, but they were fine for "reading". Took the boxes around to those two barbershops and gave them each a couple of boxes. Some of the young guys were balking at the bush. I told them that back then only porn stars had shaved beav, and I questioned their proclivities towards pedophilia... :lol