Screwed up the title when I was pasting whoops
Sadly the school administrators in my part of PA are riding it strong.
Karenga also did 10 years for torturing a pair of women that he was convinced were trying to turn him into the police.
The only thing I know about qwanza, comes through a recording of someone named Shirley Q. Liquor.
Ron Karenga was my professor at Cal State
I hadn’t thought about that, but you’re right. Plus, I haven’t seen an kwanza crap on TV commercials or in stores, either.
Oh no!! What will I do with the Kwanzaa wrapping paper that my husband accidentally purchased 10 years ago? (which is a bit odd as kwanzaa is not suppose to be about gift giving & commercialism)
About 10 years ago, my husband realized at 6pm on Christmas Eve, that there was no wrapping paper left for him to wrap my gifts (I do all the rest days before), so at 6pm, on December 24th, he sets out on a journey to find some.
After driving around for an hour, the only store that he could find at the time that was open and still had wrapping paper was a now-defunct K-Mart on the borders of New Haven, CT. So, he heads into the frenzied mass of last minute shoppers a highly diverse crowd, and grabs anything that looks like wrapping paper fro the almost empty holiday section and heads to the long lines at the checkout.
When he get to the checkout lines, he’s deciding between two long lines and something told him to get into the slightly longer line, which, as you will see in a minute, is a good thing. As the line slowly snakes to the cashiers, a fight breaks out behind my husband as two black women with shopping carts full of gifts get into an argument over who cut ahead of who in line.
So the store manager goes over and tries, unsuccessfully, to calm the situation down. In the meantime, my husband is one person away from the cashier, when he notices that the cashier in the line that he almost got into has taken the money from the customer that she was ringing out, but heads over to help the hapless store manager and the two angry black women before she gives the customer back his change. So, this poor guy is left standing at the register, somewhat bewildered.
At that point, the cashier who was about to ring out my husband’s wrapping paper turns to the poor guy and says “Oh, she’s having an affair with him.” (meaning the now AWOL cashier and the being-attacked-by-both-black-women manager). I guess that was suppose to make the guy feel better about not receiving his change.
So, my husband pays for the wrapping paper and hightails it on out of there just as the police were arriving. When he gets home, it’s 9PM and I’m worried about what may have happened to him as his quick trip to the store has turned into a 3 hour tour (this was prior to cellphone texting days). As he’s telling me his tale, I look at the wrapping paper and I tell him, “That’s not Christmas wrapping paper.” And he said “It was all they had left in the holiday section.” At first, we thought it might have been Hanukkah paper because of the 7 candles, but the color was black and green and red, not blue and silver. I finally said, “That’s Kwanzaa wrapping paper.” Sure enough, on the label, “Kawnzaa paper.”
Anyway, we still have the paper and my husband’s adventures that night have become part of our family history!
I said the other day that it has been such a good season without all that kwanzza hooey.
I looked for Kwanzaa cards in Walgreens a few years ago but could not find them after their being there just a few years earlier. We can live without Kwanzaa...even the explanation of it yields a headache...
bttt
On the second day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.
On the third day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Three Dixie Chicks.
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.
On the fourth day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Four Lenin busts.
Three Dixie Chicks,
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.
On the fifth day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Five fel-on-ies.
Four Lenin busts,
Three Dixie Chicks,
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.
On the sixth day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Six Castro jumpsuits.
Five fel-on-ies,
Four Lenin busts,
Three Dixie Chicks,
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.
On the seventh day of Kwanzaa Karenga gave to me
Seven Mao pajamas,
Six Castro jumpsuits,
Five fel-on-ies,
Four Lenin busts
Three Dixie Chicks,
Two Jaily birds,
And a Marxist in a red tree.