Excerpt from "Black Blood, Black Seed"
"Benjamin, why do all you colored folk play that awful rock-and-roll music?"
“Miss Christina, it's about being free! It's about enjoying the little things in life, no matter what the world throws at you."
"But it's so SILLY, Benjamin, with its squawky guitars and its jungle rhythms."
"I don't know, Miss Christina, some of you young White Girls in the City now sure like it mighty fine..."
"I just don't believe they should be putting the Black Man's rhythm into white people's music, that's all: it makes people, well... susceptible."
"Susceptible, Miss Christina?"
"Yes, Benjamin: like, susceptible to immoral dancing. Immoral dancing and rutting. Things like that."
"Ah, Miss Christina, it ain't no sin to shake what yo' momma gave ya."
"Benjamin, don't be so disingenuous. We BOTH know that once white women start dancing to black rhythms they lose all their inhibitions."
"Maybe you white girls losing some of your inhibitions would be a GOOD thing. It might take the stick outta yo' white asses."
"Benjamin! Why is it with you Black Men it always ends up being about the buttocks? Anyway, it's just a passing fad, that's all."
"I don't know: I see young white boys are starting to play it now too, Miss Christina."
"Yes, Benjamin, unruly white boys from bad homes. They always seem to be enchanted with what the Negroes do."
"It's just music, Miss Christina. It ain't gonna hurt no one."
"I wouldn't be so sure about THAT, Benjamin. First it will be this music, then the promiscuous sex, then the illegal drugs. You know what reefer does to white people: it makes them lazy and shiftless."
You're saying rock-and-roll will lead to sex and drugs? Aren't you being a bit silly yourself, Miss Christina?"
"Mark my words, Benjamin: there will be sex and drugs and rock-and-roll, and then white children will start disobeying their parents and stop cutting their hair properly."
"Like that could EVER happen, Miss Christina."
"You know: you're right, Benjamin. Us white people are smart enough not to ruin our lives on such silly things."
"Ain't that the truth, Miss Christina: ain't that the truth..."
I am Laslo.