Daily Archives: October 5th, 2011

Herman Cain: The Happiest House Negro

Herman Cain on the Wall Street occupation:

The real Uncle Ruckus

I don’t have facts to back this up, but I happen to believe that these demonstrations are planned and orchestrated to distract from the failed policies of the Obama administration.  Don’t blame Wall Street, don’t blame the big banks, if you don’t have a job and you’re not rich, blame yourself.” -

Herman Cain

Not everyone wants to be rich, For some of us it’s enough just to be a decent human being who pays their bills, cares for their family and isn’t concerned with accumulating absurd wealth and expensive toys.   Living a simple and humble life has a dignity all its own.

Not everyone wants to be a House Negro and suck up to White people and eat the scraps from their dinner table.

Not everyone wants to be like Herman Cain.

Some of us want to be men and take care of our responsibilities like men, but because some banker made subprime loans or invested stupidly and played games with people’s lives so they have no money and have no jobs, being a man, especially a Black man is tough and getting tougher.

But Herman Cain wouldn’t know anything about that.  Being a happy house slave means what concerns Black people doesn’t concern him.

This sad little man’s campaign motto should be, “I don’t have facts.to back this up BUT….”    Since when has not having the facts ever stopped a fool like Cain from speaking foolishly?

Malcolm X put it far better than I ever could and he was right then and he is right now about old House Negroes like Herman Cain, the Neo-Coon, Neo-Con Artist.  He’s the real Uncle Ruckus.

To understand this, you have to go back to what [the] young brother here referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro — back during slavery. There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes – they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’cause they ate his food — what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved their master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master’s house quicker than the master would. The house Negro, if the master said, “We got a good house here,” the house Negro would say, “Yeah, we got a good house here.” Whenever the master said “we,” he said “we.” That’s how you can tell a house Negro.

"Yes, Herman, I mean YOU."

This modern house Negro loves his master. He wants to live near him. He’ll pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near his master, and then brag about “I’m the only Negro out here.” “I’m the only one on my job.” “I’m the only one in this school.” You’re nothing but a house Negro. And if someone comes to you right now and says, “Let’s separate,” you say the same thing that the house Negro said on the plantation. “What you mean, separate? From America? This good white man? Where you going to get a better job than you get here?” I mean, this is what you say. “I ain’t left nothing in Africa,” that’s what you say. Why, you left your mind in Africa.

On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro — those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call ‘em “chitt’lin’” nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That’s what you were — a gut-eater. And some of you all still gut-eaters.

The field Negro was beaten from morning to night. He lived in a shack, in a hut; He wore old, castoff clothes. He hated his master. I say he hated his master. He was intelligent. That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro — remember, they were in the majority, and they hated the master. When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try and put it out; that field Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he’d die. If someone come [sic] to the field Negro and said, “Let’s separate, let’s run,” he didn’t say “Where we going?” He’d say, “Any place is better than here.” You’ve got field Negroes in America today. I’m a field Negro. The masses are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, you don’t hear these little Negroes talking about “our government is in trouble.” They say, “The government is in trouble.” Imagine a Negro: “Our government”! I even heard one say “our astronauts.” They won’t even let him near the plant — and “our astronauts”! “Our Navy” — that’s a Negro that’s out of his mind. That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind.

We need a lot more Field and a lot fewer House Negroes like Herman Cain.

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