femmemuscle
Active Member
i was reading "hair story" and they brought up something that i hadn't seen since i was knee-hi to a grasshopper.. "the comb test"
there was a church across town in a white neighborhood. My mom was a live-in nurse, maid to a white woman who invited her to worship there.
We went there one Sunday morning. At the entrance of that church was a fine toothed comb, hanging from a string. I didn't think anything of it.. but apparently we weren't allowed in the church. i just thought it because we were black.
they would take the comb down and run it through your hair. If the comb got snagged in your kinky/nappy/curly hair, then you weren't allowed in the lord's place of worship. Well, it got snagged in my mom's hair - that's for damn sure. She said if she couldn't go in - none of us were going in.
So we all piled back in the truck and took off. That woman knew about that comb.. why did she even ask my mother to go there?
there was a church across town in a white neighborhood. My mom was a live-in nurse, maid to a white woman who invited her to worship there.
We went there one Sunday morning. At the entrance of that church was a fine toothed comb, hanging from a string. I didn't think anything of it.. but apparently we weren't allowed in the church. i just thought it because we were black.
they would take the comb down and run it through your hair. If the comb got snagged in your kinky/nappy/curly hair, then you weren't allowed in the lord's place of worship. Well, it got snagged in my mom's hair - that's for damn sure. She said if she couldn't go in - none of us were going in.
So we all piled back in the truck and took off. That woman knew about that comb.. why did she even ask my mother to go there?