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Sometimes, footsteps in the dark aren't always a good thing.
I heard them nightly, and knew who he was. I remember his weight, I remember him grunting. I remember being afraid to scream because I was supposed to be asleep and going to school the next morning. I remember repeating the mantra of "I'm a good girl. I don't tattletale." And I remember him clumsily pulling my panties back up and scurrying out my bedroom door.
I couldn't really formulate my thoughts into a coherent essay length discussion about how I feel about humor and The Color Purple. Please bear with my randomness; I've been marinating on this since Oprah's reunion show a few weeks back.
Why the Hell am I Laughing?
The Color Purple's one liners are used in challenges to revoke folks' black cards. I knew (STILL KNOW) the movie verbatim and sing Shug Avery's "Siiiiiiiistaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" to my girlfriends because I can. At family gatherings, The Color Purple DVD is lurking somehwere. It's your favorite black family's favorite black family movie.
