My first girlfriend took me to see the movie ‘Black Orpheus’ which takes place at the Mardis Gras in Rio. Marilyn was supposed to be my Muse, but her images were entwined with her sister’s view.
On our second date Marilyn took me to see ‘Black Orpheus’ at the Nuart theater on Santa Monica Blvd. M thinks it was the Tivoli. When I see Mia drive by the Rialto theater, I start to choke. My ‘It Girl’ put her hand on my arm, to comfort me.
“Are you all right?”
“No! I’m having an attack of dejevue!
When we emerged from the theater, M asked me what I thought.
“I think I am a black man trapped in a white man’s body!”
Marilyn looked at me, perturbed. I didn’t know it then that she was setting me up for the greatest White vs. Black Culture Clash – of all time!
“I can dance! Really dance! I stole a LP from Rexall drug store when I was fourteen. I still have it. I used to dance to ‘African Drums’ before I went to school, and after, to…
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