As stupid as this seems, ...there are clued out suburbanites who'll believe any load of manure suggested to them.
Back in 1990 I was in Southern Cali on vacation and visiting with an ex.
Here I was in a houseful of older Ashkenazi Jews who's closest proximity to "urban issues" was what Walter Cronkite told them. So I'm sitting there chatting with my ex boyfriend's mother, ...when the ex comes running into the house all flushed and freaked out. He proclaims "we need to call the police. There's a new gang called "The Homeboys" who have come into the area."
You should have seen the entire room. Every face went pale, and pace makers started fluttering. Turns out that while he was at the store, there was a black guy in there dressed in hip hop clothes, with a cell phone who said into the telephone "Let me call my homeboy, ...he'll take care of you". Somehow my ex interpreted that as meaning the homeboys were a gang.
None of them had ever heard the term "homeboy" before.
If it wasn't so pathetic, ...it might actually have been funny. I had to explain to them that "Homeboy" was simply an African American colloquialism that loosely interpreted as "my buddy". The ex was even more embarassed when we saw the same guy the next day, and discovered the guy was an assistant to, and part of a particular singer's [who shall remain nameless] entourage. It was her who he had been talking to into the phone, and the homeboy he had referred to was the guy who would pick her up and escort her up to the recording studio in the Malibu mountains. This particular studio is hard to get to, ...and if you've never been there before is damn near impossible to find ...especially at night. She and her sister were terrified to drive up the side of the mountain themselves. Most musicians who record there, simply stock up on groceries... go up the mountain and don't come down until they're done whether it be 2 days, 2 weeks, or 2 months.
Don't be surprised if adle-minded American suburbanites believe the fist bump is a secret terrorist sign.
