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Singin’ the Inner-City Blues


Ken Stiggers

Boneqweesha Jones: "Welcome to the premier edition of my new public-affairs television series called 'Breaking It Down with 'Qweesha.' Tonight I want to chat with Psychologist Judy McBride regarding the topic "Oppression Leads to Depression: Behavioral Health in the Ghetto Science Community.

"Judy, this topic disturbs me. What is happening to inner-city people these days? I always believed that folk living in urban communities were strong enough to endure and overcome oppression. Now, It looks like the 'inner city blues' has become a behavioral, social and mental epidemic."

Psychologist Judy McBride: "What I see happening is like an untreated pimple ready to burst. I attribute the 'inner city blues' to folk believing or assuming they can endure the oppression, bigotry and hate.  Folk can only tolerate so much."

Boneqweesha Jones: "I understand, Psychologist Judy."

Psychologist Judy McBride: "During my 'Behavioral Health in the Ghetto Support Group' sessions, I help my clients understand how oppression leads to depression by letting them listen, sing along and dance to Marvin Gaye's song 'Inner City Blues'."

Boneqweesha and Psychologist Judy McBride sing:

Hang ups, let downs Bad breaks, set backs Natural fact is Honey, that I can't pay my taxes

Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Yea, it makes me wanna holler And throw up both my hands

Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God knows where, where we're heading

Boneqweesha Jones: "Thank you, Psychologist Judy, for raising the consciousness of the oppressed and depressed."

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Turtleread 6 years, 1 month ago

You are the pat of butter on my biscuit in the morning. Whenever I feel low, you lift me up.


satiriststiggers 6 years, 1 month ago

Thank you very much for the kind words, Turtleread. :-)

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