In the 1970's I lived in a small southern community. Although schools had been desegregated the physician's office still maintained separate entrances and waiting rooms for niggers. They did not complain because the Doctor was providing medical services to them free of charge or under the sham of a billing system they never paid, he subsidized it with his white patients and writing the loss off of his taxes I guess. Whites in that area in my parents generation felt the need to "help" their black parasites as they were unable to help themselves. Some venues though were exclusively white , by precedent. As an example the local movie theater did not state that blacks were not allowed, but nevertheless the niggers understood they were not welcome. In 1971 that all changed. The operator of the theater got greedy. Certain days of the week were not as popular as others. He would also run cheaper films that were not as popular, but I guess his profit margin was increased for those that did frequent the theater. In 1971 he decided to run the movie Shaft on Sunday night. He distributed flyers in the black side of town announcing it's illustrious premier. Of course being invited, the niggers came. This was not well received in the white community and white attendance began to decrease, while Sunday night and Monday were declared "soul nights" at the venue. Other films like Roxy Brown were run. Within weeks the theater became very seedy, the white clientele noticed that the seats and carpet were filthy and the bathrooms were broken. Whites boycotted the theater completely and it was nigger night every night. Within months the theater had stabbing, cops , fights, and eventually it closed under bankruptcy.
Funny you would mention, ‘soul nights’. I was a teenaged lane attendant at a Houston bowling alley in the early 80’s and we had a twice monthly event called, ‘Soul Bowl’. It was intended to attract niggers to the sport. 99 percent of regular bowlers were white. We used to draw straws to see who worked the ‘Soul Bowl’ shifts. Whites would walk in, look around, and leave. The family fun atmosphere was gone.
They tried to leave an empty lane between groups of niggers to reduce the fighting. We didn’t have the fancy automatic scoring system back then that they have now days. Bowlers were issued a sheet of celluloid to project on the overhead. 90 percent of these nigs couldn’t do the simple math to keep score. They treated lane attendants like we were their personal score keeping valets; they never tipped. We had 44 lanes to attend to. If you left to go do your job, they would stop bowling because they couldn’t do the math and be mad when you worked your way back around. If an unusually smart nigger tried to help stranger nigs in adjoining pits, those dumb nigs took it as disrespect, especially if they had women with them, and sometimes that caused trouble. The dumb nigs were not interested at all in being shown how to score a game.
Some of the white lane attendants would score the nig games so that their black girlfriends won, even though they always threw gutter balls. These bitches had long glue on nails and couldn’t get their fingers in the ball holes, so they bowled between their legs. Nogs would get agitated when the final tally proclaimed the queens of the gutter to be the winner. But they didn’t have the counting skills to prove they were being fucked with. You’ve never seen anything more emasculating than a black bitch that thinks she beat a man at bowling. The peacocking, wagging of the finger, the chicken necking, and always the loud shit talking. That’s one nig that won’t be back for Soul Bowl, so the mis-scoring had a mission beyond just being fun.
PearofAnguishJuniorManager 23 points 1.9 years ago
Funny you would mention, ‘soul nights’. I was a teenaged lane attendant at a Houston bowling alley in the early 80’s and we had a twice monthly event called, ‘Soul Bowl’. It was intended to attract niggers to the sport. 99 percent of regular bowlers were white. We used to draw straws to see who worked the ‘Soul Bowl’ shifts. Whites would walk in, look around, and leave. The family fun atmosphere was gone.
They tried to leave an empty lane between groups of niggers to reduce the fighting. We didn’t have the fancy automatic scoring system back then that they have now days. Bowlers were issued a sheet of celluloid to project on the overhead. 90 percent of these nigs couldn’t do the simple math to keep score. They treated lane attendants like we were their personal score keeping valets; they never tipped. We had 44 lanes to attend to. If you left to go do your job, they would stop bowling because they couldn’t do the math and be mad when you worked your way back around. If an unusually smart nigger tried to help stranger nigs in adjoining pits, those dumb nigs took it as disrespect, especially if they had women with them, and sometimes that caused trouble. The dumb nigs were not interested at all in being shown how to score a game.
Some of the white lane attendants would score the nig games so that their black girlfriends won, even though they always threw gutter balls. These bitches had long glue on nails and couldn’t get their fingers in the ball holes, so they bowled between their legs. Nogs would get agitated when the final tally proclaimed the queens of the gutter to be the winner. But they didn’t have the counting skills to prove they were being fucked with. You’ve never seen anything more emasculating than a black bitch that thinks she beat a man at bowling. The peacocking, wagging of the finger, the chicken necking, and always the loud shit talking. That’s one nig that won’t be back for Soul Bowl, so the mis-scoring had a mission beyond just being fun.