Lysistrata
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When I was in college (1971-1975), I was also a singer in a regionally successful rock band.
Was once invited to a huge party in Anacostia, DC. Black City. Myself, the drummer, our ladies and a friend were the only white people in attendance.
We were treated like kings and queens. Everyone was wonderful.
What happened since?
Nothing has happened since that has led us up to this point except for white nationalist propaganda spewing hate and the people who support them because they have never been off of the farm.
Oh, the good old days! Remember Crazy Horse? Cellar Door? I once had a visitation at my table at Psychodelly with Root Boy Slim, who bummed a few cigs off of me. We used to dance at The Pier. Half Street, SW near M. Supposedly "gay" club. We "real girls" shared the rest rooms with the honorary girls of the evening. Everybody got along fine, just that the honorable-girls-for-an-evening looked better than us RGs did and hogged mirror time.
If you remember the marches against the Vietnam war, I was a marshal. I guarded the Capitol steps, and looking out on a crowd of 250,000 people gave me goose bumps.
This is why I laugh today about people who claim that they represent "American culture" and/or "patriotism."