Bill O’Reilly on dining in Harlem
“I couldn’t get over the fact that there was no difference between Sylvia’s restaurant and any other restaurant in New York City. It was exactly the same, even though it’s run by blacks [and has a] primarily black patronship,” O’Reilly said. “There wasn’t one person in Sylvia’s who was screaming, ‘M-Fer, I want more iced tea!’”
“It was like going into an Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb in the sense of people [who] were sitting there, and they were ordering and having fun. And there wasn’t any kind of craziness at all,” he said.
“..even when it’s run by blacks” ?
That’s when you know the racism runs deep, when complete and utter normality is somehow surprising.
WTF did he expect anyway?
Whooee! Sounds like he was expectin’ craziness. Like maybe some jive-talkin’ pimps with big hats an’ some needle-scarred crack ho’s. There’d be a dice game in the corner an’ Leroy Brown’d pull a razor. Some talented junkie on piano playin’ Fats Waller songs. The menu would be variations on fried chicken and the dessert cart would have 7 kindsa watee-melon.
Either that or maybe he was expectin’ grass skirts, a conga line an’ a bubblin’ caldron of missionary stew.
JB