Personal Narrative: Subcultures Of African Americans

s an anthropologist, I have studied many races, ethnic groups, and cultures, even subcultures of the American Africans of North America. There are many subcultures in their ethnicity and the one that stuck out to me over the years is their ritualistic holiday. Their holy day, is not like any other days I have come across. It’s every week and takes up more than twelve hours of the day.
My morning began at six o’clock, when I was, in my opinion, rudely awaken by “Cooling Water” being blasted throughout the house. The matriarch of the family, Miss Hattie was up cooking artery clogging food. The smell of pork roamed through the house. To my understanding of their holy text, followers are not supposed to eat pig, but like most followers of religion, they pick and choose what rules fit their lives best. I did not understand the passive aggressiveness that came from Miss Hattie Johnson, why couldn’t she just wake the family up instead of blaring gospel music throughout the house, rudely waking everyone up three hours before service started.
As Miss Hattie cooked, her grandchildren got ready. She has three grandchildren staying with her over the summer, Calvin,
The man in the robe sounded like he was singing and talking at the same time, and the people were moving around like they were possessed. It was a freak phenomenon. People, even Miss Hattie, were speaking a language that sounded like Spanish, but not quite Spanish. Then people were falling out on the floor, and the man in the robe seems to be satisfied. He even went around putting olive oil on people heads, which he said was “holy and sacred”. To end the craziness that was going on, the ladies in white gloves passed out plates and bowels where people would put money in them. The money is said to go to the man killed by Italians and that if one did not donate that they are robbing