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by baldilocks

When I was grow­ing up, my par­ents did not look kindly on any­one who would call dur­ing the din­ner hour — and woe to the per­spec­tive suitor that did so! Even now, I don’t make per­sonal calls dur­ing the hours from 6PM to 8PM, espe­cially not to my parents.

[cap­tion id=“attachment_60909” align=“alignright” width=“150”]BlackBrunch All these years of brunch­ing and I didn’t know that it was a white thing![/caption]

And even dur­ing the usual hours for the other two meals, I hes­i­tate to call, unless the per­son asks me to do so. Civ­i­lized fam­i­lies sit down together to eat and it’s rude to inter­rupt a meal, at least that’s how I was raised. So one can imag­ine how I feel about this.

For the sec­ond time in two weeks, the mis­guided mob was at it again on Sun­day in New York and San Fran­cisco, dis­rupt­ing peace­ful omelets and eggs Bene­dicts, chal­leng­ing gay brunch­ers to a con­test of vic­tim­iza­tion and this hol­i­day week­end, pre­tend­ing the claim the man­tle of Mar­tin Luther King Jr. as a civil rights cause.

All in all a pretty busy Sun­day for peo­ple who prob­a­bly don’t do much the rest of the week.

But you’d think their moth­ers might have told them: Annoy­ing peo­ple is no way to make friends.

I told the story about my fam­ily to address this very point: the moth­ers of these Defend­ers of Black­ness prob­a­bly never made it a point to sit down reg­u­larly at a cer­tain time to eat a meal unin­ter­rupted ever–much less tell them that com­mon sense bit about being annoy­ing. (And let’s not even go there about their fathers.) There­fore, these uncouth, short-​term thinkers view a pleas­ant, peace­ful meal among fam­ily and friends as some­thing “white” that they need to dis­rupt with their “blackness.”

Lots of peo­ple are won­der­ing what these peo­ple are try­ing to accom­plish by insert­ing them­selves into someone’s break­fast. I don’t. They are merely enjoy­ing the look on the faces of the patrons. White, scrunched up expres­sions give them joy. All that crap about #black­lives­mat­ter is mere cover for the juve­nile joy of dis­rupt­ing some­thing that white per­sons are enjoy­ing. They are undis­ci­plined, unciv­i­lized brats, funded by other undis­ci­plined, unciv­i­lized brats.

When this hap­pened a few weeks ago, I joked that there used to be a time when inter­rupt­ing a meal was grounds for a duel. We’ll see what hap­pens if the “Black Brunch” crowd decides to grow some stones and take their show on the road to a Red State.

Juli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2012. Her sec­ond novel, ten­ta­tively titled, Arlen’s Harem, will be done in 2015. Fol­low her on Twit­ter.

Please con­tribute to Juliette’s Projects: Her new novel, her blog, her Inter­net to keep the lat­ter going and COF­FEE to keep her going!

Or con­tribute to Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Inde­pen­dent Journalism — -»»baldilocks

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by baldilocks

When I was growing up, my parents did not look kindly on anyone who would call during the dinner hour—and woe to the perspective suitor that did so! Even now, I don’t make personal calls during the hours from 6PM to 8PM, especially not to my parents.

BlackBrunch
All these years of brunching and I didn’t know that it was a white thing!

And even during the usual hours for the other two meals, I hesitate to call, unless the person asks me to do so. Civilized families sit down together to eat and it’s rude to interrupt a meal, at least that’s how I was raised. So one can imagine how I feel about this.

For the second time in two weeks, the misguided mob was at it again on Sunday in New York and San Francisco, disrupting peaceful omelets and eggs Benedicts, challenging gay brunchers to a contest of victimization and this holiday weekend, pretending the claim the mantle of Martin Luther King Jr. as a civil rights cause.

All in all a pretty busy Sunday for people who probably don’t do much the rest of the week.

But you’d think their mothers might have told them: Annoying people is no way to make friends.

I told the story about my family to address this very point: the mothers of these Defenders of Blackness probably never made it a point to sit down regularly at a certain time to eat a meal uninterrupted ever–much less tell them that common sense bit about being annoying. (And let’s not even go there about their fathers.) Therefore, these uncouth, short-term thinkers view a pleasant, peaceful meal among family and friends as something “white” that they need to disrupt with their “blackness.”

Lots of people are wondering what these people are trying to accomplish by inserting themselves into someone’s breakfast. I don’t. They are merely enjoying the look on the faces of the patrons. White, scrunched up expressions give them joy. All that crap about #blacklivesmatter is mere cover for the juvenile joy of disrupting something that white persons are enjoying. They are undisciplined, uncivilized brats, funded by other undisciplined, uncivilized brats.

When this happened a few weeks ago, I joked that there used to be a time when interrupting a meal was grounds for a duel. We’ll see what happens if the “Black Brunch” crowd decides to grow some stones and take their show on the road to a Red State.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel, tentatively titled, Arlen’s Harem, will be done in 2015. Follow her on Twitter.

Please contribute to Juliette’s Projects: Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

Or contribute to Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Independent Journalism—->>>>baldilocks

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