Mr. Junk Himself
Mr. Junk poses with his weed sack next a "big tittied statue from Nam". 2013.
Meeting Mr. Jerry of Jerry's Junk was quite the barrage of mental stimuli. He was equally as excited about the strange collections, odd historical facts, and all around bizarre curiosities contained this fascinating world we live as I was. Our eccentricities almost seemed to butt heads in competition. Jerry easily came out the champion as he had many more years under his belt of hardcore collecting and time to soak up the many strange facts of this world. From our borderline psychotic love of the bizarre I started to feel a friendship in the making. Then...things got a bit weird.
After my inquiries on a few historical Americana/African American pieces in his collection he excitedly told me that he collects all kinds of "colored folk stuff". I awkwardly figured that his use of the term "colored folk" was merely the remnants of an older generation. This assessment, however, proved to be a bit...well wrong. He went on to excitedly show off his large "private collection" of "niggers" hanging from trees, pictures of KKK rallies, and angry lynch mobs looking for justice. I tried to hide my shock and stay as impartial as I possibly could. I tried to just act really interested. I wanted to see just how far he would go with it. For some reason I always do this in situations such as these. Once the observer expresses disgust with the content of the conversation the conversation is immediately over. My curiosity always perpetrates a disassociation that hides my true views. I did, however, let a little shock show through while looking at these gruesome photos from the past. He saw this and tried to comfort me by saying, "Hey, that nigger probably just raped some white girl or something. Its not like it was for no reason." I had no idea what to say. I just chalked his views up to ignorance and left.
I'm guessing that he has probably never read anything by Ida B. Wells. I would highly recommend that he does. I'm willing to bet that his reaction to her research and writings would be quite a humorous event by any impartial observer.
Ida B. Wells (1862-1931)
Mr. Junk Himself
Mr. Junk poses with his weed sack next a "big tittied statue from Nam". 2013.
Meeting Mr. Jerry of Jerry's Junk was quite the barrage of mental stimuli. He was equally as excited about the strange collections, odd historical facts, and all around bizarre curiosities contained this fascinating world we live as I was. Our eccentricities almost seemed to butt heads in competition. Jerry easily came out the champion as he had many more years under his belt of hardcore collecting and time to soak up the many strange facts of this world. From our borderline psychotic love of the bizarre I started to feel a friendship in the making. Then...things got a bit weird.
After my inquiries on a few historical Americana/African American pieces in his collection he excitedly told me that he collects all kinds of "colored folk stuff". I awkwardly figured that his use of the term "colored folk" was merely the remnants of an older generation. This assessment, however, proved to be a bit...well wrong. He went on to excitedly show off his large "private collection" of "niggers" hanging from trees, pictures of KKK rallies, and angry lynch mobs looking for justice. I tried to hide my shock and stay as impartial as I possibly could. I tried to just act really interested. I wanted to see just how far he would go with it. For some reason I always do this in situations such as these. Once the observer expresses disgust with the content of the conversation the conversation is immediately over. My curiosity always perpetrates a disassociation that hides my true views. I did, however, let a little shock show through while looking at these gruesome photos from the past. He saw this and tried to comfort me by saying, "Hey, that nigger probably just raped some white girl or something. Its not like it was for no reason." I had no idea what to say. I just chalked his views up to ignorance and left.
I'm guessing that he has probably never read anything by Ida B. Wells. I would highly recommend that he does. I'm willing to bet that his reaction to her research and writings would be quite a humorous event by any impartial observer.
Ida B. Wells (1862-1931)