Tell It Like It Is (1967)

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TELL IT LIKE IT IS
by Chuck Stone
Trident Press, NY 1967
(Columns from NY AGE, WASHINGTON AFRO-AMERICAN, and CHICAGO DAILY DEFENDER
1959-1964--ed.)

Pg. i (Preface, 26 Aug. 1967)--Ignoring (and frequently offending)
middle-class "house Negroes" I was more concerned with "rapping" with the
true "soul brother" who understood so well that "the man" was "running a game
on them."

Pg. 10 (August 1964)--Let's--as Daddy-O Daylie says--"tell it like it t-i-s
tis."

Pg. 12 (August 1964)--"What's a backlash?" (...) ...and all that jazz... (Pg.
14--ed.)  What has always existed is the white man's _frontlash_.

Pg. 49 (July 1959)--And, what a big megilla* we made over it!
*Megilla--a Jewish word which means "hassle" or "tumult"--you know, like a
big deal being made over the thing.

Pg. 56 (September 1962)--What people like Drew Pearson, David Lawrence, and
papers like _The New York Times_ just can't seem to accept or realize is that
colored people have been choosing Adam Powell to speak for them for eighteen
years now.
   "He may be a rogue," summed up one woman so eloquently several years ago
as she announced her intention of voting for Adam, "but he's _my_ rogue."

Pg. 135--When we were kids, we used to chant a sassy ditty:
_If you're white, you're all right._
_If you're yellow, you're mellow._
_If you're brown, you can stick around._
_If you're black, step way back._

Pg. 173 (April 1964)--...Irene retorted: "Shucks, when she yells 'Jump!' he
asks 'How high?'" (Pg. 174--ed.) ..."stall-ins"...

Pg. 196 (September 1959)--Sleepily, the customer yawned and said: "Make me a
malted milkshake."
   "Okay," replied the genie, flashing his power on, "you're a malted
milkshake."
(I've heard the "Make me a sandwich" variation of this old joke as well--ed.)