You can read a book or listen to someone read something from the 1800s and there will be words you're not familiar with, but there's enough context that you can infer the meaning.
Scrolling through black people twitter (also gen z'ers because their slang is ebonic ghetto speak), it's constant speaking in what amounts to code.
Inference doesn't help, context doesn't help.
Heck, even looking it up doesn't really help half the time.
I've looked up the definition of "based" many times and still couldn't give you a good definition of it, which is why it's this catch all term that leftists use too. Because it doesn't mean anything.
There's always been slang in every generation that older people go "huh"
But basically an 80s teen could communicate with a an old person no problem even if the old person doesn't know what radical or tubular means.
With ebonics, it's much closer to a foreign language than mere slang.
I feel like if I encountered the term radical if twitter was around in the 80s, it would take me all of 30 seconds to infer the meaning....oh they say this whenever they see something really impressive....ok radical = impressive
But you go through black twitter and the worst inclined aspects of Gen z twitter and context and inference will not help you.
Again that's more the experience of stumbling upon Japanese twitter. You can stare at those Japanese letters all day long and you won't be able to pick up the meaning.
So yeah, when people call themselves black, and rarely ever identify as American, or have essentially a foreign identity, and speak a foreign language essentially, they're kind of like foreigners.
This isn't a bad take... but it still begs the question of "why" and we do ourselves a massive disservice by not exploring it.
Single mother homes have gutted the black family and the result is essentially environmentally-induced mental retardation. I did nearly two years in social work, and I was shocked at what I saw (and I had a hell of a negative view before I went in).
Expecting a third grade vocabulary from anyone in the inner city is generally asking too much. Hell, I checked into a hotel in DC yesterday and the valet (a black guy) took about 20 seconds to write my (very simple and Biblical) name... building each letter line by line like he was copying it.
It's like an entire community stuck as children. Mentally and socially.
My favorite story from 22 months in the abyss:
We worked with a kid whose name was "Dahjhon"
Dahjhon III, mind you.
After getting to know the family (honestly not that bad... legitimately trying, dad was at home), I asked "what's up with the spelling of your names?"
Three generations of men had no idea that they had John spelled wrong.
I strongly suspect Dwyane Wade wasn't a clerical error, either.