by Paula Neal Mooney My mother raised me to have couth . (If you don't know what "couth" means, that might be a tip-off that you're lacking a little bit of it.) Mommy's definition of the kind of black folks who lacked couth were the ones who might: * Walk down city streets eating and talking "loud and wrong" * Go out in public with curlers in hair * Use words like "gooder," the cringing "his-self" and phrases like "I be going..." The list of uncouth-like crimes goes on and on. I thank my mother tremendously for being the kind of woman who taught me manners and correct English. The Lord has used my uber-couthness to take me far businesswise and in my personal life... ...but yet and still, I realized that having all this couth at times has turned me into the type of elitist "uppity Negro" that blacks accuse other blacks of becoming. This comes to light in part because of my previous post about Rev. Dr. Martin Luther...
Wheel in the Sky Keeps on Turning...
