The question was "Since Americans came from Britain how did we get the "hick" accent. How did people start talking like they do in Texas or Tennessee? It's not like we learned it from the Indians."
That's a good question... Language has never been static... It changes all the time based around the needs of the society... Up in the north with their foofy accents and tootling tea parties, them boyz in tha south were getting their hands dirty (by...telling...black people... to get their hands dirty... in a rather insisting way...(unless you were a trapper)) I mean, seriously though... back then, what was in the south... big plantations... and random houses out in the middle of nowhere with a shit load of land and a scruffy trapper living in it.
Rufus and I like to coin the term "Pikemen" to illustrate the sort... Pikemen are otherwise known as the workin man's hero... Archers are like, up above... lookin down below... And they think they are all bad ass... they got the nice fuckin hair, and clean clothes, and they are all clean shavin and durt durt n durt... And what do they do... sit back and shoot dogs... they arn't even people...! Well if you take the archers out of the equation what have you got? YOU'VE GOT THE PIKEMEN!!! As I said before.. the pikemen are the workin man's heroes.... they get down into the nitty fuckin gritty... What do they have... they just have a pike (Ya just one, they lose that they have to take someone else's) and thats it dude... They don't even have hair...! Why the fuck would they need nice clothes or nice things if all they have going on that day is piking? So ya needless to say.. they get down below... So NOW I ask ya... Do the pikemen need to spend any energy learning grammar? No! Could they and did some, yes and probably, but not enough to influence or alter the order of things... Anyways, same rules apply to the southern territories...
The pronunciation and grammar upheld in the northern cities wasn't as much of a necessity for a good majority of the southern trappers and laborers... (Of course you have your exceptions with the super rich plantation owner hence the southern eloquent drop your handkerchief accent which is a different topic all together...) Much of the south had no respect for northerners anyway, so who cares if they started speaking differently... nannies...
So ya... Years go by, time passes, people migrate, societies change, territories become more territorial, native tomahawk wielding beasts are slaughtered by the masses so we can have all their cool stuff, and dialects are different all over the place(especially in Brooklyn and Jersey... it takes a lottttt of years of the whole town being assholes 24/7 to make an accent that sounds like that...)
Speaking of us taking the Native American's stuff... have it, we do... I love the stuff that they once had soooo much... Every time before I go to sleep I stop and I think... "Wow, a Native American probably slept right here in this very spot..." Does anyone else ever bother to thank their ancestors for the rad hook up? (Sarcasm... I learned it from Raphael the Ninja Turtle)
~Keepa Pu Daxta de Tut en Comun
Laundry Thief
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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