Joell Ortiz - Ups And Downs

Speaking of Chinese Food… Let me tell you a story

A few nights ago while sitting in the house talking on the phone with my friend the sudden urge for some chinese food came over me. I mean I just felt the need to have shrimp fried rice deep in my soul. Of course I made them throw in some of those china fried chicken wings. I smch every time i order it though b/c in the south they refuse to put hot sauce and ketchup on the wings. But I order from the spot that’s right around the corner from my apartment, a simple 10 minutes walk, 2 minute drive and an hour later my food arrives. I pay the chinese delivery guy and look him dead in the eye as he fumbles around his pocket looking for my change, you know that maneuver they use so you get frustrated and say keep the change for the tip. whatever gimme my dollars and my coins Daniel sun!! Jersey WHAT!!! lol

After count my change check the receipt I go inside and open up the bag, you know that uniformed delivery bag all chinese spots use, you know plastic smiley face bag, brown paper bag inside, piece of card board separating the orders. Yep they followed the Chinese restaurant in the hood code to a tee. So I pull out my food grab the plate that’s been waiting on the table for an hour and some change for those piping hot now a bit warmer then warm wings and that fried rice. I prepare my place and i go back into the bag to find 12 packets of soy sauce and 1 measly packet of duck sauce. I’m heated, way more than my food mind you, so heated that i left my food on the table picked up my condiments and took a picture of this display of duck sauce stingyness. (left the y in there for the question of why the F’ they don’t proportion the duck sauce/Soy Sauce evenly)

So I’m force to eat my grains of rice that are now swimming in a pool of soy sauce, my mind wonders and I think how come there are no black businesses in the black community. Well their may be one in like every other town but for the most part it’s a liquor store owned by the Middle Easterners to destroy our liver, the beauty supply spot/nail shop owned by Koreans, The Check cashing place owned by Italians or more Muslims, a laundromat owned by Papi’s and the apartment complex owned by the whites. Nothing but the cars, spinning rims and the weed spot is owned by the blacks. I mean it’s so bad that I went to the gas station dressed in my shirt and church pants after coming home from a hard day of work and the Middle Eastern man says to me, What it do Shawty, what pump you on! I know this guy didn’t just make a mockery of my culture it’s black history month have some respect. So I’m thinking why don’t we own anything in our community other then our own personal possessions. I ponder this as all the other cultures prosper off our money and send it back home to their homeland. It’s no secret we all know they do it but why don’t we invest our black dollars into our black business owners. So I asked one of my Reservoir Dogs Ms. Pink and this is what we have came up with.

10 Reasons why Blacks Don’t Buy Black

Not all Black businesses are bad I’m just saying we need to step our game up and be more consistent with our business ventures.

Stumble it!