All Good in the Hood

Emily's daddy couldn't rave enough to the other PTA members about DeShayne's Pimp Yo SAT Preppie Bootycamp (TM). Was the workload too hard on Emily? Well, depends on your point of view. And Emily's verbal bounce was hard to assess, given the way she tended to mumble swearwords in a daze or just drool down her chin. But the glazed look in her eyes, the mysterious caked-on appearance of her face, and the wobble in her schoolgirl gait assured him that it was all money well spent. And soon, all the UMC neighborhood white families would agree.
 
Emily's daddy couldn't rave enough to the other PTA members about DeShayne's Pimp Yo SAT Preppie Bootycamp (TM). Was the workload too hard on Emily? Well, depends on your point of view. And Emily's verbal bounce was hard to assess, given the way she tended to mumble swearwords in a daze or just drool down her chin. But the glazed look in her eyes, the mysterious caked-on appearance of her face, and the wobble in her schoolgirl gait assured him that it was all money well spent. And soon, all the UMC neighborhood white families would agree.
I'd like to hear more about this UMC Neighborhood.
 
I'd like to hear more about this UMC Neighborhood.
Treelined avenues where the thrilling throb of the distant bass is never heard.

Picket fence mcmansions where no dark intruder ever creeps.

Pastel teen bedrooms as if frozen in the 1980s. Where Elsa is an icon but no one has heard of Elsa Jean. Where no dimebag or bong, no illicit toys or forbidden blogs are ever enjoyed. Where Trump speeches get applause, but no booty ever learns to clap.

These are the unlucky "fortunate" ones. Redlined and zoned away from all diversity, all vibrancy, all the noise and life and culture that terrifies their parents. The safest, deadest of spaces where no exciting contrast is ever found, much less invited, explored, surrendered to.

What can be done for them? If only some "white knight" had the means to liberate them from their unknowing imprisonment in racist frigidity!
 
Treelined avenues where the thrilling throb of the distant bass is never heard.

Picket fence mcmansions where no dark intruder ever creeps.

Pastel teen bedrooms as if frozen in the 1980s. Where Elsa is an icon but no one has heard of Elsa Jean. Where no dimebag or bong, no illicit toys or forbidden blogs are ever enjoyed. Where Trump speeches get applause, but no booty ever learns to clap.

These are the unlucky "fortunate" ones. Redlined and zoned away from all diversity, all vibrancy, all the noise and life and culture that terrifies their parents. The safest, deadest of spaces where no exciting contrast is ever found, much less invited, explored, surrendered to.

What can be done for them? If only some "white knight" had the means to liberate them from their unknowing imprisonment in racist frigidity!
I know a guy...
 
Yes. Yes it does. Set the table for me, please?
The table? A bourgeois neighborhood, socially conservative, a place where it's as if popular culture and sexual liberation hardly intrude. The only diversity is maybe a token asian grind. Teenage girls grow up as in some Eisenhower era fantasy. Their parents have skillfully and authoritarianly shielded their families from coming into the 21st Century and they'd like to keep it that way.

But, maybe there's a new government program. A new mayor from out of state, or some clever bureaucrat in the local administration, decides it's time to diversify this neighborhood, get the ******* used to living with multiculturalism. This isn't some whitey-white world we're living in any more, it's time for these people to change, and their daughters dating black is a change we can believe in.

So maybe the posh local high school gets some serious rezoning. Suddenly the ghetto is coming to this lily suburbian enclave. How will its willowy white daughters, used to doing their sentence diagrams and maybe sneakily watching some early phase TaySway videos past their 9:30 curfew get used to a world of hallway truants, unfamiliar slang, cries for social justice, and alarming catcalls about "pawg"s and "becky"s? Or the sight of bulky melanin-rich forearms passing them a pencil? Or their own rude but hard to suppress natural instinct to rub their soft pink palms over the tight woolly dome of a 6ft 2 black athlete's head?
 
The table? A bourgeois neighborhood, socially conservative, a place where it's as if popular culture and sexual liberation hardly intrude. The only diversity is maybe a token asian grind. Teenage girls grow up as in some Eisenhower era fantasy. Their parents have skillfully and authoritarianly shielded their families from coming into the 21st Century and they'd like to keep it that way.

But, maybe there's a new government program. A new mayor from out of state, or some clever bureaucrat in the local administration, decides it's time to diversify this neighborhood, get the ******* used to living with multiculturalism. This isn't some whitey-white world we're living in any more, it's time for these people to change, and their daughters dating black is a change we can believe in.

So maybe the posh local high school gets some serious rezoning. Suddenly the ghetto is coming to this lily suburbian enclave. How will its willowy white daughters, used to doing their sentence diagrams and maybe sneakily watching some early phase TaySway videos past their 9:30 curfew get used to a world of hallway truants, unfamiliar slang, cries for social justice, and alarming catcalls about "pawg"s and "becky"s? Or the sight of bulky melanin-rich forearms passing them a pencil? Or their own rude but hard to suppress natural instinct to rub their soft pink palms over the tight woolly dome of a 6ft 2 black athlete's head?
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