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One of my clients is a white male in his mid-twenties. He is married to a black woman and they have two great kids. (Okay, I know, people really aren't "white" or "black"! -- But you get the picture, right?) When I first met him, he lived with his family in a predominantly black section of town. (Again, yes, I understand that houses in all neighborhoods come in different colors.)
When I arrived at his house, he spoke perfect English. He had no accent whatsoever. In fact, you would swear he was an extremely talented and gifted intellectual by the way he spoke. After about five minutes, some of his neighbors, who were black Americans, came up and began speaking to him. In a split second, he went from perfectly spoken English to some unintelligible (to me, at least) jive dialect that ranked right up there with that scene from the movie Airplane. (I use the word "jive" because I heard this type of language called that on the movie Airplane. The word "jive" is defined as being a form of slang associated with black American jazz musicians. Over the years, this word has been replaced with "ebonics".) Anyway, I thought "jive" was the funniest thing I had ever heard, as it was then that I really first heard it. Though it is fun to listen to, jive as a primary language would obviously limit one's ability to navigate the workplace.
After my client's neighbors left, he reverted back to proper English and picked up with the conversation as though nothing had changed! But, as America is a free country, I guess folks can speak anyway they see fit --- an long as there is an interpreter close by!
(This story is not meant to be offensive. However, if you do not like this story, you're just going to have to deal with it --- My friends can be found across all "socio-economic-racial-religious" barriers.)