Dungeons 'n' Durags: One Black Nerd's Comical Quest of Racial Identity and Crisis of Faith (Social commentary, Gift for nerds, Uncomfortable conversations)
Funny Stories About White Privilege and Black Identity from a Black Nerd’s Perspective

Author and Ebony Magazine podcaster Ron Dawson lends his wit and comical social commentary to tell the story of how one of the “whitest” and nerdiest of black men finally woke up, found his blackness, and lost all inhibitions at dropping the f-bomb.

A coming-of-age story of black identity. In the suburbs of Atlanta, Ron was a black nerd (aka “blerd”) living very comfortably in his white world. He loved his white wife, worked well with his white workmates, and worshiped at a white church. On November 8, 2016, everything changed when Trump became POTUS. Ron began a journey of self-discovery that made him question everything—from faith to friendships.

Part social commentary and part fantastical narrative. This book goes where no blerd has gone before. In a psychedelic way, Ron is guided by a guardian “angel” in the guise of Samuel L. Jackson’s character from Pulp Fiction. Sam is there to help Ron, well, be more black. Ron confronts his black “sins” and wrestles with black identity, systemic racism, and what it means to be “black” in America. 

Uncomfortable conversations. Throughout this book, you’ll learn lessons from a man who deconstructs his faith and confronts personal demons of racial identity. Gain new perspectives through these funny stories that will reshape your current views on black identity.

Inside, you’ll find:

  • The funniest social commentary on white privilege and black identity
  • Political satire wrapped in funny stories of a man’s journey to confront the systemic racism and Christian hypocrisy around him
  • Comical if not uncomfortable conversations about what it means to be black in America

If you liked You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey, Things That Make White People Uncomfortable, Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man, or I’m Judging You, you’ll love Dungeons ‘n’ Durags

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Dungeons 'n' Durags: One Black Nerd's Comical Quest of Racial Identity and Crisis of Faith (Social commentary, Gift for nerds, Uncomfortable conversations)
Funny Stories About White Privilege and Black Identity from a Black Nerd’s Perspective

Author and Ebony Magazine podcaster Ron Dawson lends his wit and comical social commentary to tell the story of how one of the “whitest” and nerdiest of black men finally woke up, found his blackness, and lost all inhibitions at dropping the f-bomb.

A coming-of-age story of black identity. In the suburbs of Atlanta, Ron was a black nerd (aka “blerd”) living very comfortably in his white world. He loved his white wife, worked well with his white workmates, and worshiped at a white church. On November 8, 2016, everything changed when Trump became POTUS. Ron began a journey of self-discovery that made him question everything—from faith to friendships.

Part social commentary and part fantastical narrative. This book goes where no blerd has gone before. In a psychedelic way, Ron is guided by a guardian “angel” in the guise of Samuel L. Jackson’s character from Pulp Fiction. Sam is there to help Ron, well, be more black. Ron confronts his black “sins” and wrestles with black identity, systemic racism, and what it means to be “black” in America. 

Uncomfortable conversations. Throughout this book, you’ll learn lessons from a man who deconstructs his faith and confronts personal demons of racial identity. Gain new perspectives through these funny stories that will reshape your current views on black identity.

Inside, you’ll find:

  • The funniest social commentary on white privilege and black identity
  • Political satire wrapped in funny stories of a man’s journey to confront the systemic racism and Christian hypocrisy around him
  • Comical if not uncomfortable conversations about what it means to be black in America

If you liked You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey, Things That Make White People Uncomfortable, Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man, or I’m Judging You, you’ll love Dungeons ‘n’ Durags

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Dungeons 'n' Durags: One Black Nerd's Comical Quest of Racial Identity and Crisis of Faith (Social commentary, Gift for nerds, Uncomfortable conversations)

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Funny Stories About White Privilege and Black Identity from a Black Nerd’s Perspective

Author and Ebony Magazine podcaster Ron Dawson lends his wit and comical social commentary to tell the story of how one of the “whitest” and nerdiest of black men finally woke up, found his blackness, and lost all inhibitions at dropping the f-bomb.

A coming-of-age story of black identity. In the suburbs of Atlanta, Ron was a black nerd (aka “blerd”) living very comfortably in his white world. He loved his white wife, worked well with his white workmates, and worshiped at a white church. On November 8, 2016, everything changed when Trump became POTUS. Ron began a journey of self-discovery that made him question everything—from faith to friendships.

Part social commentary and part fantastical narrative. This book goes where no blerd has gone before. In a psychedelic way, Ron is guided by a guardian “angel” in the guise of Samuel L. Jackson’s character from Pulp Fiction. Sam is there to help Ron, well, be more black. Ron confronts his black “sins” and wrestles with black identity, systemic racism, and what it means to be “black” in America. 

Uncomfortable conversations. Throughout this book, you’ll learn lessons from a man who deconstructs his faith and confronts personal demons of racial identity. Gain new perspectives through these funny stories that will reshape your current views on black identity.

Inside, you’ll find:

  • The funniest social commentary on white privilege and black identity
  • Political satire wrapped in funny stories of a man’s journey to confront the systemic racism and Christian hypocrisy around him
  • Comical if not uncomfortable conversations about what it means to be black in America

If you liked You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey, Things That Make White People Uncomfortable, Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man, or I’m Judging You, you’ll love Dungeons ‘n’ Durags


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781642508758
Publisher: Turner Publishing Company
Publication date: 05/17/2022
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x (d)

About the Author

Ron Dawson is a satirical writer, filmmaker, self-admitted blerd, managing editor of a major filmmaking blog, and author.




Chris Spencer is a versatile comedian and actor with irrepressible flair and commitment to his art. The Los Angeles native began his acting career at age six, starring in a national television commercial for Mattel's “Tuff Stuff” toys. He later earned a Bachelor of Arts in sociology from University of California, Los Angeles, but decided to continue with his real love—performing.

Chris Spencer has co-starred on the television series Soul Food and had recurring roles on The Jamie Foxx Show and In Living Color. He has had starring roles in the NBC/Bravo show Significant Others and the feature films Two Can Play That Game, The Sixth Man, and Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Juice in the Hood.

In addition to being an actor and comedian, Chris Spencer is also an accomplished writer. His writing credits include the popular book 150 Ways to Tell if You're Ghetto, the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards, the 2003 ESPY Awards, and the popular comedy specials Jamie Foxx Unleashed–Lost, Stolen and Leaked! and Jamie Foxx: I Might Need Security.

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Chapter 1:

Bro Log: A “Perfect” Beginning

Guilty pleasures don’t define a Black man

I’m currently in the middle of yet another one of my mind-numbingly frustrating and seemingly nonsensical debates with Samuel L. Jackson. Yes, that Samuel L. Jackson. Well, technically, it’s not really Sam Jackson. It’s his character Jules from Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction. And to be honest, it’s not even really Jules. He’s something else (in more ways than one).

 

Supposedly he’s some kind of angel. Or devil. He’s conveniently vague about the details. He once quipped that one man’s angel is another man’s devil. Which, frankly, seems like a crock of shit if you ask me.

 

Some days he’s more devil than angel. I’d say most days he’s more devil than angel. He claims to be here to help me, but all he ever seems to do is be a pain in my ass. Like today.

 

Me: I find it hard to believe I’m the only Black man in America that likes that movie.

 

Sam: No. But I’m sure you’re the only straight one that would openly admit that shit and broadcast it for the whole goddamn world like a flashing neon sign.

 

You see what I’m talking about? This is the kind of shit I’ve been taking from him. And he just kinda shows up whenever it suits his fancy. It’s usually when he has an unsolicited opinion or two about whether something I’ve said or done is “Black” enough. I don’t think he would see it that way. In fact, he would probably find that description an insultingly oversimplified characterization of his purpose; he would most likely exhort me to dig deeper and find some other hidden meaning behind his rote manifestations.

 

But how else am I supposed to interpret the fact that his Soul Glo drippin’ jheri curl ass is showing up now, all because I mentioned that one of my cinematic guilty pleasures is the movie Pitch Perfect? I mean, come on. Am I alone here? I know some of y’all be singing along during that riff-off. He’s got me so riled up that I’m volleying expletives back at him like there’s no tomorrow. Which is unlike me.

 

Me: What the hell is so wrong with Pitch Perfect?

 

Sam: It’s not that I have a problem so much with the fact that you like that movie. With some bruthas, there’s just no accounting for taste.

 

Me: What the fuck does taste have to do with it? It’s a fun movie! Geeze-us, Sam. Does every fucking movie I like have to be a fucking Moonlight to make you happy? Damn!

 

You see that? Three f-bombs in one exchange with no guilt or shame. This ain’t good.

 

Sam: The problem I have, Ronald, is that you seem to be tragically bereft of the slightest idea as to why you like it.

 

Me: Um, maybe it’s just because it has a bunch of fun and catchy cover tunes, a funny script with witty dialogue, and a nearly pitch-perfect ending. No pun intended.

 

Sam: Of course, that’s why you think you like it.

 

Me: Not every reason a person likes a movie has to be steeped in significance, Sam.

 

Sam: And it doesn’t bother you that in a movie about talented singers, singers who happen to be singing a whole bunch of songs made famous by Black folk, they barely got any Black people up in there?

 

Me: What are you talking about? They have Black people in that movie.

 

Sam starts rubbing his temples like he’s got a headache. He tends to do that a lot around me.

 

Sam: Nigga! Did you just say what I think you said? You sound just like one of them Trump-supporting assholes you waste all your time on Facebook bitching about, who think just because that muthafucka took a picture with Muhammad Ali, he’s not a racist. That fucking cast looks like it’s right out of White People Central Casting. But they made sure to have just enough tokens so that ignorant muthafuckas like you can say dumb shit like, “They got Black people in it.” They got the fat girl. They got the cute, quirky, skinny Asian chick (whose voice is conveniently too soft to be heard. What’s that shit all about?). And they killed two intersectional birds with one stone by making the one sista gay. And not just gay, but like a straight-up Orange Is the New Black kinda butch.

 

Me: You have a problem with representing the LGBTQ+ community?

 

Sam: I don’t have a problem with that shit at all. I think it’s a beautiful thing. But I’m also not asleep as to what the fuckin’ deal is. Could it have hurt them to drop in two or three other sistas for the rest of us? Some of us are not as fond of mayonnaise as others if you catch my drift.

 

I’m pretty sure that was a dig at me. Typical.

 

Sam: I have a list as long as my arm of fine sistas who can pass for college-aged a cappella singers they coulda got.

 

Me: Oh. My. Gosh. You are like a fucking walking caricature of an angry Black man. Tell me something—do you make it a point to go into local Italian-owned pizza joints and complain about them not having any bruthas up on the wall?

 

Sam: I bet you’ve been sitting on that joke for a long time, haven’t you?

 

I can’t help but chuckle at his continued uncanny ability to know me so well.

 

Me: Ha! I have, actually. You like it? How was my delivery?

 

Sam: You better keep workin’ on that shit. Netflix ain’t gonna be calling your Dave-Chapelle-wannabe ass anytime soon. Regardless, you calling me a caricature is like the muthafuckin’ kettle calling the pot Black.

 

I proudly resisted the urge to correct the fact he reversed kettle and pot. But whatever. I’m sure he was just baiting me anyway.

 

Me: I’ll just assume you’re not talking about me being some kind of caricature of an “Oreo.”

 

Sam: Assume away.

 

Me: I’m a caricature?

 

Sam: Yes.

 

Me: Me? You’re talking about me?

 

Sam: Did I stutter?

 

And so it goes. Back and forth. But look at my manners. My momma brought me up better than this. I’ve been a terrible host. I have no doubt you’re confused and disoriented about all of this. Here you thought you were getting an intellectually stimulating, nuanced, and engaging exploration of race relations in America—but instead, right out of the gate, you’re getting a vapid tête-à-tête between me and a cinematic cliché. Allow me to start over.

 

I think the best thing to do is take Vizzini’s advice and “go back to the beginning.” And as Dame Julie Andrews beautifully sang, “It’s a very good place to start.”

 

Sam: Leave it to you to reference two white-ass movies.

 

Me: Are you eavesdropping on my conversations again? I told you that I don’t appreciate that shit!

 

Sam: And I told you this ain’t a conversation. It’s a book, muthafucka!

 

Lord, have mercy. Strap in. This could be a bumpy ride.

Table of Contents

Foreword

 

Part 1

Chapter 1: Bro Log: A “Perfect Beginning”

Chapter 2: Blackness is my “Super Suit”

Chapter 3: Wypipo Trigger Warning

Chapter 5: Stupid Shit Trump Supporters Say

Chapter 6: All I Need Are Dreadlocks and a Sword

Chapter 6: Wonder Woman Was Black

Chapter 7: To All the White Girls on TV I’ve Loved Before

Chapter 8: Origin of a Blaxistential Crisis

Chapter 9: My First Times All Have One Thing in Common

Chapter 10: The Second Most Embarrassing Confession in this Book

Chapter 11: Black People Aren’t a Monolith

Chapter 12: Babysitters, Bad Words, and F-Bombs

Chapter 13: The First Time My Blackness Earned Me a Standing Ovatoin at My Predominately White High School

 

Part 2

Chapter 14: Break Dancing and Breakthroughs

Chapter 15: A Faker’s Dozens

Chapter 16: My George Costanza Moment

Chapter 17: Newsflash—America Was/Is Still Racist

Chapter 18: My Relationship with Facebook is . . . Complicated

Chapter 19: Positive Ron

Chapter 20: Waxing Philosophical

Chapter 21: There and Black Again

Chapter 22: “Mine” Yo’ Bizness

Chapter 23: Skool’d, Dazed, and Confused

Chapter 24: Spike Jonesing

Chapter 25: Hit ‘em Up—Politics and Evangelical Edition

Chapter 26: In the Dogg House

Chapter 27: He was a Fifth Grade and Grown-up, Nerdy Negro People Pleaser

Chapter 28: When Pigs Sigh

 

Part 3

Chapter 29: “Dude, where’s my church?” ~ Jesus

Chapter 30: Letters to a Trump Supporting Christian

Chapter 31: Wonder and . . . Awww!

Chapter 32: My Last Confession

Chapter 33: Reunited (and it don’t feel too good”

Chapter 34: Raith, Evolution, and the Unforgivable Sin

Chapter 35: The Other Unforgivable Sin

Chapter 36: Can I Get a Witness

Chapter 37: A Surprise Confession

Chapter 38: Closing Arguments

Chapter 39: Revelations

Chapter 40: The Verdict

 

Epilogue: A Brand New Day

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