Berenice “The Abbott”/BZA breaks it down. All across the Brooklyn black belt (if you gotta ask… we can talk about it another time) the excitement is so thick in the air you can taste it. Tastes like jerk chicken? Often, yes, but not always. The Haitians have their goat, & once this clown over on Martense Street gave my mom the crabs. (The crabs!) This was when I was a kid & still living at home. I came home from school at racially torn Madison High & there she was, boiling her underwear in the kitchen. I decided I’d eat dinner at a friend’s house in Flatbush that night. Also in Flatbush, Uncle’s Shack & Grill, 1305 Nostrand. I’m going to do this one time only, for The Struggle. On the left: Haiti, Panama, Cuba, Trinidad, Guyana. On the right: Barbados, St. Lucia, St. Vincent, Grenada, Jamaica. Just to be different, look for me on Eastern Parkway in my Antigua flag thong, Tommy’s Cricketer’s Cafe of Lincoln Place RIP.
that hairy-legged diseased burro insisted I must have given the crabs to HER!