Today I’m flying the South Carolina Flag, just a day of reflection as I turn off the TV, filled with Obama firing his own General and picking Bush’s favorite general, and there’s the oil spill … still gushing madly along, moving ever toward becoming a national and perhaps international crisis. And as it gurgles and gushes, Obama’s popularity craters. And there’s Obama walking on the beach picking up tar balls, still looking for an ass to kick and trying to gain popularity by illegally shaking down BP, for a mere $20 BILLION+. And every time he takes a “swing” at this crisis, it sticks to him tighter and tighter. As I pondered his dilemma, I realize he probably didn’t have somebody to read him childhood stories as I did. So he would never have learned about Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby … Long before Wile E. Coyote was trying to catch the Road Runner, ol Brer Fox was trying to catch Brer Rabbit …
From the Uncle Remus Bookstore
“DIDN’T the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy the next evening.
“He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho’s you born—Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool ’im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got ’im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a contrapshun w’at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby en he sot ’er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes fer to see what de news wuz gwine ter be. En he didn’t hatter wait long, nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin’ down de road—lippity-clippity, clippity -lippity—dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird. Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin’ ’long twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz ’stonished. De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
“‘Mawnin’!’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee—‘nice wedder dis mawnin’,’ sezee.
“Tar-Baby ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, en Brer Fox he lay low.
“‘How duz yo’ sym’tums seem ter segashuate?’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
“Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de Tar-Baby, she ain’t sayin’ nuthin’.
“‘How you come on, den? Is you deaf?’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. ‘Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,’ sezee.
“Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
“‘You er stuck up, dat’s w’at you is,’ says Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘en I’m gwine ter kyore you, dat’s w’at I’m a gwine ter do,’ sezee.
“Brer Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stummick, he did, but Tar-Baby ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
“‘I’m gwine ter larn you how ter talk ter ’spectubble folks ef hit’s de las’ ack,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. ‘Ef you don’t take off dat hat en tell me howdy, I’m gwine ter bus’ you wide open,’ sezee.
“Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
“Brer Rabbit keep on axin’ ’im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin’ nothin’, twel present’y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis’, he did, en blip he tuck ’er side er de head. Right dar’s whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis’ stuck, en he can’t pull loose. De tar hilt ’im. But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
“‘Ef you don’t lemme loose, I’ll knock you agin,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch ’er a wipe wid de udder han’, en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain’y sayin’ nuthin’, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
“‘Tu’n me loose, fo’ I kick de natal stuffin’ outen you,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain’t sayin’ nuthin’. She des hilt on, en de Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don’t tu’n ’im loose he butt ’er cranksided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck. Den Brer Fox, he sa’ntered fort’, lookin’ dez ez innercent ez wunner yo’ mammy’s mockin’-birds.
“‘Howdy, Brer Rabbit,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee. ‘You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin’,’ sezee, en den he rolled on de groun’, en laft en laft twel he couldn’t laff no mo’. ‘I speck you’ll take dinner wid me dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain’t gwineter take no skuse,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.”
Here Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the ashes.
“Did the fox eat the rabbit?” asked the little boy to whom the story had been told.
“Dat’s all de fur de tale goes,” replied the old man. “He mout, an den agin he moutent. Some say Judge B’ar come ’long en loosed ’im—some say he didn’t. I hear Miss Sally callin’. You better run ’long.”
Like dat tar baby, de ol’ oil well don say nuttin’ needer. But Ol’ Brer Obama he keep ona yellin’ at it an’ ever time he do, he gits all stuck up in it ‘mo, jis lik Brer Rabbit and dat tar baby soo long ‘go. As da autor o dis blog, I duz spectate on who be Brer Fox in dis story t’day? Duz make a questn. Yeah, ol Brer Obama done got hisself stuck to an oil well and da more he hollers, the more it stick to ‘em.
The Bottom Line
“So what’s all this racist stuff you are putting on your blog, Doug? ” Ah spoken probably by one of 90% of the people who were never blessed to have a parent read them small treasures, written by Joel Chandler Harris, when they were a child. These little stories were read to us over and over, and the lessons they left on our minds are strong-enough to be remembered for a lifetime … I’m living proof, I remembered this one almost three-quarters of a century later! So we are talking about powerful lessons. The “dialect” is a little hard to read, but if you “say it” rather than “read it” … you get the feeling that Ol’ Uncle Remus is in the room with you.
The best source of these little stories I’ve found are at the Uncle Remus Bookstore. They have 35 stories there, and many of you, who have never encountered Uncle Remus should take JUST A MOMENT and go there and read at least one. Look “into” it for the lesson … it’s as deep as Alice in Wonderland and thoroughly enjoyable to read. Give yourself a moment from politics and oil wells and birth certificates … and just spend a few minutes there reading some of the rich tales from Uncle Remus. For me it was like meeting and “ol fren.” And the lessons still apply today … clearer lessons from a simpler time.
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THIS site [UncleRemus.com] began as a project by two University of Virginia students, Melissa Murray and Dominic Perella, to scan Uncle Remus stories and provide an academic context for them, but quickly expanded and developed various offshoots as new information about Joel Chandler Harris, the author, came to their attention. Ms. Murray’s and Ms. Perella’s whereabouts are unknown. It is currently maintained by Grainger McKoy, Jr. for the benefit of all. You help keep this site ad-free by making a small donation here.
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