controlling. I remember being told
as a child, “If you don’t hit your
woman, you don’t love her.” That
was the talk you’d hear from men in
bars and in the streets.
Dinky was trying to
masquerade as this patriarch that
he wasn’t. He’d slap my aunt and
hit her and she’d take it and take it,
and then eventually she’d snap and
smack him down and put him back
in his place. Dinky would always
walk around like, “I control my
woman.” And you’d want to say,
“Dinky, first of all, you don’t.
Second of all, you don’t need to.
Because she loves you.” I can