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And welcome to Untitled Kundo bollo brothers podcast episode five once again we are recording this

from my brother ashok's bushwick brooklyn apartment i'm harry kundabolo and of course here's

a show kundabolo hello i'll tell you something that happened when I was on my way here.

I got on the train.

I'm on the train, and there's a little kid, a little white kid,

and his white mom and his white sibling.

And all of a sudden, the kid's like running back and forth on the train and the mom's like hey

that's not considerate you shouldn't do that like other other people don't like it and like no

nobody said anything other people don't like no it's like god god why he being so nice to this kid

this kid's awful and the kid's just being an asshole or whatever and all of a sudden you know

he's like that's brown that's brown he's like naming all the brown things on the train I'm like are we

gonna go through every color that's brown that's brown that's brown and then I thought he pointed at me

and I'm like no I couldn't be it and then he's I couldn't be it. And then he's like,

that's brown,

that's brown. And then he's like, there's a lot of people who are brown on the train. Nice. It was so, and then the door opened for Fulton and the mother, this other sibling, and the kid were rushed out. Yeah. Like the mother of me, he was like, uh, I don't even know if it was their stop.

But it was like, I can no even know if it was their stop.

But it was like, I can no longer stay on this train right now. It was, it was unbelievable. Then after the left, like everyone was kind of looking around like, that just happened? Yeah. Holy shit. I think that just happened. Did he just say there's a lot of brown people on the train? And part of me is like, does that mean maybe the kid's not kind of racist?

Well, I don't know if a kid can be racist at that because the kid was like five or whatever. But like maybe the kid, because the kid doesn't fear brown people. Right. Because if the kid was like, oh, I got to say anything. These brown people are going to hurt me. He wouldn't say anything, but he felt so. but maybe this kid is such a little asshole and so entitled, the same thing that allows him to run into people and yell and be a little assholes the same thing that made him. I don't think so. He probably just doesn't understand that that's a loaded thing for a white kid or anyone to talk about. But I just don't get it.

Public, private, he doesn't seem to understand.

How at five, living in Brooklyn, how can you not have some racial consciousness as a kid?

Like, why wouldn't your parents give you some sense of, don't do that?

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