Once I went to one of their little fancy smancy country club shindigs for something work related at $125 a pop. One of their executive members asked me, "Are you a member?" I answered honestly, "No." Her mouth dropped, "You're not a member?! What is your problem?!"
I know, after all, their burial services for the "N" word so touched my soul. She probably would have strangled me if she knew that I didn't know the words to the Negro National Anthem.
Does knowing the hook to this James Brown song count? Funniest factoid of all is that the majority of kids who sang the chorus were white and Asian from the suburbs of Los Angeles. Unity in the community.
