:22:00
She let him put her
up on that pedestal.
:22:03
Meanwhile, the husband,
no sooner than the sun went down...
:22:06
down to the slave quarters
grabbin' up every piece...
:22:09
of black poontang
he could lay his hands on,
:22:12
then running to the gin mill
to brag about it.
:22:16
And that's how our blood
got diluted...
:22:18
mulattoes, quadroons,
:22:21
octoroons.
:22:23
I'm sure that most of those
high and mighty white ladies...
:22:28
felt abandoned.
:22:30
But they were so proud to be
white, and therefore superior,
:22:35
they kept their mouths shut
and their legs locked tight.
:22:40
But in the midnight hour,
:22:43
layin' there, alone,
:22:46
on the hot bed of lust,
:22:50
I'm sure they must've thought
what it would be like...
:22:52
to have one of them
big, black bucks...
:22:56
their husbands were
so desperately afraid of.
:23:00
I feel sorry for you.
Here it is the nineties,
:23:03
still tryin' to make up
for what you missed out on.
:23:06
But I don't blame you.
:23:09
As for the black man...
:23:10
like my own son, Flipper,
who ought to know better...
:23:14
got a loving wife
and daughter...
:23:17
still got to fish
in the white man's cesspool,
:23:21
I have nothing but contempt.
:23:23
Excuse me.
:23:28
I don't eat
with whoremongers.
:23:31
But you knew
she was comin'.
:23:35
That's all right, Mama.
That's all right.
:23:38
Angie, we're leavin'.
:23:41
Let's go.
:23:44
Mama, I'm sorry.
:23:51
But you invited them.