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Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.
I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.
Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.
Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txt
quote
CHAPTER VI r.
MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA.
First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear
mine.
Although the day we reached New York was the hottest
that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder-
ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from
the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest
harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of
course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to
welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and
busy time generally.
Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose,
has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The
independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is
something too great for words. You can only draw a long
breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was
undertaking would have been in England something con-
siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous
I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two
shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's
for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as
much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with
the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing
for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover,
in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the
drive, but for the cab.
Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to
the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention
was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender
124 STRENGTH :
mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me
the rooms.
" Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went,
making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in
which we were shot up heavenwards.
" How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out.
" Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off-
hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look
down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen-
\ dous.
'\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood
beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting
it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent,
■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking
that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would
clean my boots.
" Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment,
" we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for
himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here."
" Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? "
" Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these
words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and
calmly smiled at me.
This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear.
I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a
stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways,
but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is
not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you
don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? "
But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of
taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me.
So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung
him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few
moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth,
which was so tremendous.
My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured
him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was
closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I
would bring him to the same spot and open it. And
AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125
I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not
be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in
private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion
that they should clean a visitor's boots.
The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest
and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the
hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave
the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such
conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented.
/quote
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It says something about you and your life if you were "delighted" to read that when Sandow first got here he was "racist". It's been said that when many Irishfolk immigrated to the US, the first word they learned was "n ###r"
Let's remember this for posterity, shall we?
I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist.
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It says something about you and your life if you were "delighted" to read that when Sandow first got here he was "racist". It's been said that when many Irishfolk immigrated to the US, the first word they learned was "n ###r"
Let's remember this for posterity, shall we?
Sandow would be turning in his grave if he could see a figure of himself being used at the "Olympia". Given his views on bodybuilding for HEALTH and his negative views on other races.
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I'll never be able to respect naked men with leaves over their genitals ever again.
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Sandow would be turning in his grave if he could see a figure of himself being used at the "Olympia". Given his views on bodybuilding for HEALTH and his negative views on other races.
And you know this how? Did he always have such a negative view? And let's not forget, he apparently ran away with another man, leaving his wife.
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And you know this how? Did he always have such a negative view? And let's not forget, he apparently ran away with another man, leaving his wife.
First of all I read the whole book so I understand that Sandow intended to promote bodybuilding as a healthy lifestyle choice and wanted to restore the "Greek Ideals" about body image which are vastly different from the freakish drugged physiques of today.
Well if he was bisexual then my respect for gays has increased marginally.
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Sandow let that guy off easy. Here's what happens nowadays when you don't spit shine a man's stacy adams
(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100513165802/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/9/92/Stevie_Wonder.png/180px-Stevie_Wonder.png)
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He asked him he didn't demand him.The kid got handled because he sat down on his couch and started smoking. What would a get bigger do if a bellhop would do that today? He did ask him to stop before he hung him out the window. Didn't the boy threaten him in his own apartment.
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why, do you prefer flowers?
Just thongs from here on out.
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Just thongs from here on out.
So if an athlete in a glittery thong did this, you'd give up on the "sport"? That's like a getbigger trying to go a week without doing the 5 knuckle shuffle.
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So if an athlete in a glittery thong did this, you'd give up on the "sport"? That's like a getbigger trying to go a week without doing the 5 knuckle shuffle.
Depends on the thong.
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Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.
I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.
Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.
Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txt
quote
CHAPTER VI r.
MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA.
First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear
mine.
Although the day we reached New York was the hottest
that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder-
ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from
the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest
harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of
course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to
welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and
busy time generally.
Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose,
has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The
independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is
something too great for words. You can only draw a long
breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was
undertaking would have been in England something con-
siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous
I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two
shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's
for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as
much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with
the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing
for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover,
in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the
drive, but for the cab.
Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to
the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention
was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender
124 STRENGTH :
mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me
the rooms.
" Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went,
making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in
which we were shot up heavenwards.
" How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out.
" Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off-
hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look
down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen-
\ dous.
'\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood
beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting
it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent,
■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking
that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would
clean my boots.
" Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment,
" we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for
himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here."
" Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? "
" Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these
words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and
calmly smiled at me.
This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear.
I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a
stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways,
but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is
not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you
don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? "
But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of
taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me.
So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung
him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few
moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth,
which was so tremendous.
My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured
him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was
closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I
would bring him to the same spot and open it. And
AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125
I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not
be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in
private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion
that they should clean a visitor's boots.
The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest
and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the
hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave
the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such
conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented.
/quote
Gene sounded like a reasonable and down-to-earth guy.
I'm sure that no poetic license was used in the above story, whatsoever.
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What do you want to bet Ole Eugene spent a little under the leaf time with that colored youngster.
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And he was dead fuckin right too
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Eugene sounds about as honest as your average IFBB pro.
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So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain,
This my favorite part. How do you go about testing clothes to determine if you can hang someone off a balcony. During this "inspection" I would have punched him in the mouth.
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It says something about you and your life if you were "delighted" to read that when Sandow first got here he was "racist". It's been said that when many Irishfolk immigrated to the US, the first word they learned was "n ###r"
Let's remember this for posterity, shall we?
This coming from a sell out who frequents a cracker bodybuilding website. If you're so into being black go join a gang and leave us alone.
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I though this website was Jewish?
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I though this website was Jewish?
la heim
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This coming from a sell out who frequents a cracker bodybuilding website. If you're so into being black go join a gang and leave us alone.
Can someone be so into being black while also being a sellout? Is that possible?
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Cant we all just gets along ???
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Salute to the Prussian gentlemen Friedrich W.Muller (Sandow) :D
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And you know this how? Did he always have such a negative view? And let's not forget, he apparently ran away with another man, leaving his wife.
quelle surprise
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Can someone be so into being black while also being a sellout? Is that possible?
I was about to ask the same thing, but such mind bending logic was too far fetched for even me.
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Bump for the king of natural aesthetics, forearms of peace.
(http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/3-eugen-sandow-george-steckel.jpg)
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somebody post this on phils instagram
#a5encion
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:o
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Sport of peace.
(http://i83.servimg.com/u/f83/11/83/75/22/512.jpg)
(http://muscletime.com/index.php?view=image&format=raw&type=img&id=37804&option=com_joomgallery&Itemid=202)
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Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.
I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.
Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.
Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txt
quote
CHAPTER VI r.
MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA.
First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear
mine.
Although the day we reached New York was the hottest
that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder-
ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from
the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest
harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of
course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to
welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and
busy time generally.
Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose,
has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The
independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is
something too great for words. You can only draw a long
breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was
undertaking would have been in England something con-
siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous
I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two
shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's
for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as
much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with
the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing
for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover,
in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the
drive, but for the cab.
Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to
the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention
was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender
124 STRENGTH :
mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me
the rooms.
" Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went,
making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in
which we were shot up heavenwards.
" How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out.
" Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off-
hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look
down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen-
\ dous.
'\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood
beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting
it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent,
■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking
that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would
clean my boots.
" Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment,
" we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for
himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here."
" Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? "
" Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these
words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and
calmly smiled at me.
This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear.
I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a
stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways,
but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is
not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you
don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? "
But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of
taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me.
So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung
him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few
moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth,
which was so tremendous.
My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured
him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was
closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I
would bring him to the same spot and open it. And
AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125
I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not
be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in
private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion
that they should clean a visitor's boots.
The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest
and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the
hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave
the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such
conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented.
/quote
Delighted to hear this ol chap!
Now good ol Eugene stepped up a few points on the list!
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Good man
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Damnit.
A unfamiliar black eye to what is an otheriwse upstanding and ethical organization.
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People were more open about racism back then.
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I'll never be able to respect naked men with leaves over their genitals ever again.
LOL!!!
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People were more open about racism back then.
Nobody really talks about racism anymore, wonder whatever happened to it?
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Nobody really talks about racism anymore, wonder whatever happened to it?
There's no shortage of racist talk here, LOL!
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Nobody really talks about racism anymore, wonder whatever happened to it?
it's weird, every race I watch, the black guy always wins!!!
come on, if you can't laugh at that then this world is really completely fukked
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it's weird, every race I watch, the black guy always wins!!!
come on, it you can't laugh at that then this world is really completely fukked
We can all laugh at it but the world is still fooked. ;D
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I wonder if there will be a campaign to get rid of his name on the trophy like that of Lord Jeffery Amherst at Amherst college?
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a white man is not taking any crap from a black man in his era
foreign or not it aint happpening unless your jack johnson or sam langford
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Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.
I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.
Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.
Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txt
quote
CHAPTER VI r.
MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA.
First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear
mine.
Although the day we reached New York was the hottest
that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder-
ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from
the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest
harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of
course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to
welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and
busy time generally.
Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose,
has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The
independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is
something too great for words. You can only draw a long
breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was
undertaking would have been in England something con-
siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous
I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two
shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's
for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as
much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with
the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing
for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover,
in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the
drive, but for the cab.
Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to
the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention
was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender
124 STRENGTH :
mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me
the rooms.
" Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went,
making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in
which we were shot up heavenwards.
" How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out.
" Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off-
hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look
down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen-
\ dous.
'\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood
beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting
it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent,
■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking
that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would
clean my boots.
" Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment,
" we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for
himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here."
" Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? "
" Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these
words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and
calmly smiled at me.
This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear.
I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a
stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways,
but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is
not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you
don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? "
But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of
taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me.
So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung
him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few
moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth,
which was so tremendous.
My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured
him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was
closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I
would bring him to the same spot and open it. And
AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125
I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not
be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in
private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion
that they should clean a visitor's boots.
The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest
and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the
hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave
the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such
conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented.
/quote
Why was Sandow a racist? Because he used the word "nigg er"? I think he would have done the same thing if the boy was White or any other race. The kid acted like a punk. Rolling a cig and smoking it, reclining on his sofa, squaring off like he wanted to fight. He deserved what he got nig or not.
I actually doubt the veracity of the story and think there's some hyperbole in there. Blacks during that period were generally very polite respectful and had good manners. In fact, society during that period were generally more polite, civil and respectful as a whole. The idea that the bell boy, of any race, would act like that and be able to last very long in that job seems doubtful.
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Sandow let that guy off easy. Here's what happens nowadays when you don't spit shine a man's stacy adams
(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100513165802/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/9/92/Stevie_Wonder.png/180px-Stevie_Wonder.png)
Are you kidding? You ask a Black guy to shine your boots or even to move a bit so you can get through the door way it would be you with the bloody nose and a mob of Hebrews closing in on you.
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Are you kidding? You ask a Black guy to shine your boots or even to move a bit so you can get through the door way it would be you with the bloody nose and a mob of Hebrews closing in on you.
Tom Slick says you're wrong
(http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view2/1132126/epic-beard-man-ftw-o.gif)
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Interesting. I would have just taken his boots downstairs to be cleaned and sent them back with a bill. Prob would have gotten a handsome tip. However, I seriously doubt the bellhop would sit on the couch, smoke, and smart off given the time period.
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Tom Slick says you're wrong
(http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view2/1132126/epic-beard-man-ftw-o.gif)
There's always exceptions. Most people seem to cower in fear when a group of loud and rowdy Hebrews enter the room.
I have a feeling that if you look into the back ground of this brave Cracker pounding the Hebrew, who astonishingly, seems to be by himself as they seem to always run in packs, you will find he's probably been a bad ass all his life.
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Interesting. I would have just taken his boots downstairs to be cleaned and sent them back with a bill. Prob would have gotten a handsome tip. However, I seriously doubt the bellhop would sit on the couch, smoke, and smart off given the time period.
I have feeling that there was a lot of exaggerations & lies in Sandow's story.
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So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain,
This my favorite part. How do you go about testing clothes to determine if you can hang someone off a balcony. During this "inspection" I would have punched him in the mouth.
Ha - Quite Believable that part is ::)
All the while the bell boy was compliant with what Eugene was Doing.
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proof that big muscle = fighting prowess.
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Sandow would be turning in his grave if he could see a figure of himself being used at the "Olympia". Given his views on bodybuilding for HEALTH and his negative views on other races.
Weider "Sandow" is imitation/FAKE statue ;)
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MSM of their day would have been all over it (Police Gazette, Opera House Magazine), etc. :o
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Never knew Sandow swung both ways.
You learn something everyday on Getbig.
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So he asked the guy showing him to his room to shine his shoes. He didn't know he couldn't ask him that. Yes, hotels back then always had shoe shiners. People didn't wear clown basketball shoes back then. The guy gives him attitude sitting on his couch in his hotel room and rolls a cigarette? I would have clocked him too.
I called down to the front desk one time at a hotel and said I had dirty clothes. They sent a person to my room to pick it up and returned the stuff dry cleaned and pressed. Of course for a fee. Every decent hotel has a clothes cleaning service. Back then they also had a shoe cleaning and shining service. Hell, Harrah's casino still has shoe shiners. I'm I racist because a Hispanic woman came to my hotel room door pick up my clothes?
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Just remember that people are followers. While everyone likes to think that they think for themselves and have their own beliefs, it just isn't true. Many are not "racist", because its not accepted now, but go to the 1950's and the N word would be dropped constantly is most households, by everyone from housewives to teenagers Many anti racist liberals who denounce the dreaded N word, will go to some Thai or viet vacation and readily ride in a rickshaw pulled by a human beast of burden.
Empiracal studies have been done where people will conform to whatever the group thinks. Look at the Stanley Milgram studies that tried to explain how so many in Nazi Germany kept torturing and doing unspeakable acts to prisoners "under orders". The Milgram study made people believe that they were giving an electric shock to test volunteers when they got a wrong answer to a test question. The more wrong answers, greater the shock. The fake test always had the actor get the answer wrong, and in the group control setting, nearly 70% kept giving increasing shocks, even when the actor pretended to scream in pain. About 5% were willing to go to death. Because it was accepted by the group.
So in turn of the century New York, expecting a black servant to shine your shoes was WIDELY accepted and expected. It was not right, I'm not justifying it, but be careful in saying how you would be the lone renegade with your own beliefs if you grew up in that culture.
It was a different time. Leave it at that. It doesn't mean Sandow was a miserable person. He was misguided like most of society usually is.
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So he asked the guy showing him to his room to shine his shoes. He didn't know he couldn't ask him that. Yes, hotels back then always had shoe shiners. People didn't wear clown basketball shoes back then. The guy gives him attitude sitting on his couch in his hotel room and rolls a cigarette? I would have clocked him too.
I called down to the front desk one time at a hotel and said I had dirty clothes. They sent a person to my room to pick it up and returned the stuff dry cleaned and pressed. Of course for a fee. Every decent hotel has a clothes cleaning service. Back then they also had a shoe cleaning and shining service. Hell, Harrah's casino still has shoe shiners. I'm I racist because a Hispanic woman came to my hotel room door pick up my clothes?
Interesting take here.
You're comparing the late 1890s/ early 1900s to present day.
There is no question Sandow was a racist, the mindset was indoctrinated in people of that era. Blacks, asians, Hispanics, among others, weren't considered equals to whites. It was the accepted mindset for the time. Also dont forget women weren't considered as a mans equal either.
As far as comparing your two stories you should have also held the maid outside your hotel window by her waist and collar just to see what the reaction would be by the general public, hotel and local authorities.
You'd be kicked out of the hotel and arrested. Sandow was not.
If you were higher than the 4th floor your window wont open fully to allow a person to fit through it, in Sandows time this wasnt the case. Because times change.
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Just remember that people are followers. While everyone likes to think that they think for themselves and have their own beliefs, it just isn't true. Many are not "racist", because its not accepted now, but go to the 1950's and the N word would be dropped constantly is most households, by everyone from housewives to teenagers Many anti racist liberals who denounce the dreaded N word, will go to some Thai or viet vacation and readily ride in a rickshaw pulled by a human beast of burden.
Empiracal studies have been done where people will conform to whatever the group thinks. Look at the Stanley Milgram studies that tried to explain how so many in Nazi Germany kept torturing and doing unspeakable acts to prisoners "under orders". The Milgram study made people believe that they were giving an electric shock to test volunteers when they got a wrong answer to a test question. The more wrong answers, greater the shock. The fake test always had the actor get the answer wrong, and in the group control setting, nearly 70% kept giving increasing shocks, even when the actor pretended to scream in pain. About 5% were willing to go to death. Because it was accepted by the group.
So in turn of the century New York, expecting a black servant to shine your shoes was WIDELY accepted and expected. It was not right, I'm not justifying it, but be careful in saying how you would be the lone renegade with your own beliefs if you grew up in that culture.
It was a different time. Leave it at that. It doesn't mean Sandow was a miserable person. He was misguided like most of society usually is.
Yes and I'm sure a disparaging remark about whites or Asians is ever uttered in black households.
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Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.
I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.
Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.
Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txt
quote
CHAPTER VI r.
MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA.
First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear
mine.
Although the day we reached New York was the hottest
that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder-
ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from
the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest
harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of
course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to
welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and
busy time generally.
Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose,
has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The
independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is
something too great for words. You can only draw a long
breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was
undertaking would have been in England something con-
siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous
I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two
shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's
for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as
much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with
the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing
for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover,
in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the
drive, but for the cab.
Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to
the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention
was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender
124 STRENGTH :
mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me
the rooms.
" Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went,
making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in
which we were shot up heavenwards.
" How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out.
" Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off-
hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look
down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen-
\ dous.
'\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood
beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting
it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent,
■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking
that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would
clean my boots.
" Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment,
" we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for
himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here."
" Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? "
" Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these
words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and
calmly smiled at me.
This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear.
I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a
stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways,
but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is
not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you
don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? "
But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of
taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me.
So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and
trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung
him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few
moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth,
which was so tremendous.
My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured
him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was
closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I
would bring him to the same spot and open it. And
AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125
I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not
be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in
private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion
that they should clean a visitor's boots.
The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest
and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the
hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave
the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such
conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented.
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There is actually nothing racist about it. &guy was a common term used around that time and bell boys whether white or black are suppose to attend to a visitors needs especially cleaning boots as most roads were still dirt. Unusual behavior especially since it's a great opportunity to get a tip so not sure if it was true or embellished...likely embellished
Since this came up, thought I'd add some extra input
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Yes and I'm sure a disparaging remark about whites or Asians is ever uttered in black households.
In households? Just go to a predominantly black neighborhood, and politely ask to see a manager when a black worker got your order completely wrong at Mcdonalds and refuses to fix it. You'll be called "White punk, white bitch."..."Cracka" and probably told to wait outside for a physical assault based in your skin color.
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In households? Just go to a predominantly black neighborhood, and politely ask to see a manager when a black worker got your order completely wrong at Mcdonalds and refuses to fix it. You'll be called "White punk, white bitch."..."Cracka" and probably told to wait outside for a physical assault based in your skin color.
That would never happen to me as I would never be in a predominantly black neighborhood to start with.
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There is actually nothing racist about it. &guy was a common term used around that time and bell boys whether white or black are suppose to attend to a visitors needs especially cleaning boots as most roads were still dirt. Unusual behavior especially since it's a great opportunity to get a tip so not sure if it was true or embellished...likely embellished
Since this came up, thought I'd add some extra input
Very funny Vince.
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Very funny Vince.
Dead serious...in fact you learn a lot from just listening wealthy people along with a nice tip. When I was a kid, worked a little bit at a golf course fetching balls, towels, water, etc. Dollar could buy a lot back in the 80s. But the knowledge gained was even more valuable. You can be a bag boy one day and grow up buying a golf course
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Dead serious...in fact you learn a lot from just listening wealthy people along with a nice tip. When I was a kid, worked a little bit at a golf course fetching balls, towels, water, etc. Dollar could buy a lot back in the 80s. But the knowledge gained was even more valuable. You can be a bag boy one day and grow up buying a golf course
I was referring to the part where you said there was nothing racist about the interaction.
That said what golf course did you end up buying, is it in Texas?
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I was referring to the part where you said there was nothing racist about the interaction.
That said what golf course did you end up buying, is it in Texas?
Oh ok....Its a metaphor...but I did have some land in Texas but I'm about to buy some new property in New Mexico that just opened up. In 10 years I can sell it as it will be developed for housing
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Oh ok....Its a metaphor...but I did have some land in Texas but I'm about to buy some new property in New Mexico that just opened up. In 10 years I can sell it as it will be developed for housing
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NICE!
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Oh ok....Its a metaphor...but I did have some land in Texas but I'm about to buy some new property in New Mexico that just opened up. In 10 years I can sell it as it will be developed for housing
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