FIRST TIME REACTING TO | WHITE GUY TALKS ABOUT HIST FIRST BLACK COOKOUT- REACTION 

I'm a white cop in a majority black neighborhood. I mean I'm very white too. Blonde hair blue eyes type white. Over the years though I've gotten a reputation as being fair and friendly. They know if god forbid something bad happens in the neighborhood (and it does) that I would happily risk my safety to protect them and their family. They appreciate that. I try to go beyond to help people out because that's what I would want if my own family needed the police. Every summer, especially... but not limited to, beautiful sunny days I don't bother bringing food anymore for my 12 hour shifts because I get invited to so many cookouts and block parties between calls. People are calling 911 and asking them if I want food. Just the best bunch of men, women and children. Best food ever. Period. Hands down. I'm a macaroni and cheese guy and everyone has their own style of making it. All different cheeses and noodles. Some add greens in them and other things. All sorts of family recipes. Just heaven on Earth. The only problem is I ain't chasing anyone after that. I gain like 10 pounds every summer now from all the food and my uniforms get a little tighter and then I increase my exercise routine in the fall to get it off. People are always trying to hook me up too with their family members. I mean gorgeous African American beauties. There isn't an ounce of racism in sight...from anyone. I wouldn't work in some no crime, rich, gated all white area if they paid me double. They also got me dancing, which is fun but embarrassing when the only thing you can do is the robot. Makes them laugh though, so I'm alright with it.

Isn't it ironic when black folk and white folk, just get together as folks, how much we appreciate and respect each other? Need more of this.

The greatest man who ever lived once said, "there's more happiness in giving than in receiving.

As a white guy with all black friends I’ve been there. The first time I was like a deer in headlights. But man I’ve never encountered the hospitality and just delicious best food I’ve ever had in my life. I mean I’ve had good barbecue. But my boys uncle is an old school pit boss he would get up at the crack of dawn and start slow roasting pork and chicken. Which he called hog and bird. Just fall off the bone tender melt in your mouth. Now every time I get invited and I’m so honored to be invited and to be part of that love and good eatin. When black folk show you love man it’s just warm and real. White folk could really learn some things about hospitality.

AND this is why I firmly believe that cultures and people should intermingle.

I'm white, and was invited to my black friends, Thanksgiving dinner. I had so much fun it was ridiculous. I especially had fun with the kids that didn't expect a white guy at their house. I can never thank, Jo Jo Reed, enough for that invitation. It was the best Thanksgiving ever. Thanks, Joe.

I'm an old white guy. When I worked in Philly, I was invited to a few of these, and they were a lot of fun, and when I was addressed as "boo," by a few of the females, I knew I was in good shape.

I've got an old biker girlfriend. She had a really hard life, was abused really bad as a kid, and was brought up racist. She's smart, though, so eventually she wised up and figured out racism was idiotic. Anyway, she was traveling around one time and a little black kid got interested in her bike. She loves kids and is very kind to them (abused kids usually either grow up to be super-nice with kids or abusers themselves... she's the former) -- although she's not usually friendly to adults -- so she showed this kid anything he wanted to know about her bike. He started hanging around and looking for her everyday because he liked her so much, so the kid's mom invited her to a cookout. The kid wanted her to come really bad, so she went, also feeling a little out-of-place like the guy in the video. She was the only white person there, other than one guy's girlfriend. She ended up having a really great time and loved it, loved everybody there.

I couldn't stop laughing. The same exact thing happened to me. I was invited to a super bowl party. More food than I've ever seen at a party. And my buddies grandma stood up to introduce me as her other "son." Everyone stared, and she piped up and said " y'all didn't know I liked white meat?" The whole house erupted in laughter. Best time I've ever had. 😂

I am from Alabama, and I have been thru this, so I am ROFLMAO, Cause what he describes is so true, hell if we all held more cook-outs together the world would be a better place

My 16 yr old niece invited her white Boyfriend over for his first Mexican BBQ and told him it’s small . He showed up looked around told her “ there is more 30 people here” she said “ Yes I know Small “. 😂😂😂😂

As a white dude, one of my favorite memories was being invited to a fish fry at my buddy's house. Had a freaking blast! Everything this dude says is true, except like you said... You are NOT leaving without a to-go plate. You could go full Shawshank and dig a tunnel to your vehicle like you are the cartel, and there will be a plate sitting on your car or front step. And you'll eat every bite, because it is soooo dang good!

Zach has a true heart of gold. He's a 3 time cancer survivor and has an organization that he uses to raise money to provide children going through cancer treatment during the holidays their number one most wanted gift from Santa. His comedy videos are all hilarious but he also has some that show his real personality. 💯🔥💞

My husband is retired Law Enforcement and he would be invited by the black community to their cook out. He'd go while on duty and he loved it!

I live in Atlanta now, and I've been to the cookout. I'm a white girl, and there's this angel that I work with, and we just sing and laugh out loud together all day at work. She's so full of joy and light. She invited me, and I had no idea what to expect. I felt so much love there, I almost cried. I remember sitting in a circle with a bunch of laughing women when the sun was almost down, listening to happy stories and songs, with a beautiful little baby someone handed me, who was sound asleep peacefully across my chest. I can't remember any other time in my life that my heart felt so full. I know I was lucky to be in such a wonderful place. If you get an invite, don't even think about it, say yes. If you had plans already, change them. Someday if someone tells you to just think of a Happy Place, you'll have one.

Black lady's are beautiful. This was refreshing

I was an athlete in the seventies in west virginia. My black buddy was Greg Davis! He invited me to dinner one night down in the hollar! I went and his mother treated me like i was special! After the pork chops! Black eyed peas! And apple fritters ! I kissed his mom and told her it was the best meal i ever had!! Even though my mother was the best southern cook in the world, when Greg and I got into high School and won the state championship together ! His mother was there with a plate of that same food for me! As I grew older and went to went to many fine restaurants !! I always remembered to tip the chef!!

The best cookout I was EVER at, I was also the only white guy. I was honored by the invite, and treated like the guest of honor. I didn’t want it to end! Much love!

I had a Black friend that was getting married and he invited my Wife and I and another white couple to his wedding and reception. When we got there we 4 were the only white people there out of about 200 people. He introduced the other guy and myself as his brothers. No one had a problem with us being there but after he introduced us it was like everyone was family.

For a white dude whose best friends are black and loves black women, this made me cry in laughter. Young lady, you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,

As a white Englishman who has been married to a Jamaican woman for 33 years, this story made me smile, it brought back great memories of the first time I had a meal at my future in laws house, this is way back in 1988. I was the only white person sat around the table, it was only a small gathering, no cousins or aunties and uncles, just the immediate family of my future father in law, mother in law, future wife, her two sisters, my future brother in law with his wife and their two kids. As you can imagine I have been for many meals at my in laws since them, we used to go every Sunday, not it is done to once a month, the in-laws come to ours once a month too. My father in law is the sweetest guy, he's 93 now. My mother in law treats me just like her own son, she is 87 and has a heart of gold. We take my mother in law on holiday with us every year, she is no trouble at all. Meeting my wife has opened up a world of Jerk Chicken, Rice and Peas, Curried Goat, and my very favourite Salt Fish and Ackee. I am 64, my wife 66, we have two beautiful mixed race children, our daughter will be 30 this year, while our son will be 27. I feel priviledged that my beautiful jamaican born wife trusted me enough to give me this opportunity. I was born and raised in a very mixed community in Sheffield Uk. The area I lived in was where all the Jamaican people settled. Half of my class in school were of Jamaican decent, and I don't mind admitting that I've always been attracted to Jamaican women, even in school. White women not so much, I've had a couple of white girlfriends in my teens, but it never felt right. I know I probably shouldn't feel that way because woman are the same, no matter what colour they are, but the heart wants what the heart wants. The main difference I've noticed in meals with my Jamaican family as opposed to meals with my birth family, my Jamaican family get dressed up to eat. My father in law would always put on a suit and tie to eat his sunday lunch, and my mother in law always puts on her nice dress, and prayers would be said at the table, my birth family would never do that.

This guy represents his people very well and that’s what the world needs is just good people

Reminds me of when I first met my wife's great aunt and her family, they cleared out the garage for all the tables of food served, no kidding. Well I filled the plate full, like Zach not wanting to offend anyone, and as soon as I was done, they brought me seconds and then when it was time for dessert, I was asked what I wanted. Well I made the mistake of saying surprise me... I got a full plate with one full serving of every dessert there was. Well yes I ate it all and was lethargic for 3 months. LOL.. Love at a whole new level.

When I was a kid in high school we had exactly 1.5 black people in our rural Oklahoma school. Now I basically grew up with the dude because we played football together from 5-12 grade. Well he invited me to a rodeo that’s hosted by a black town. It was a black town from the Jim Crow days. So I attend the rodeo and then his family reunion. I know exactly how this guy felt. It was the first time I ever ate collard greens and man was it good! His folks treated me like royalty because I blocked for their son on the football team. We had an amazing time and I ate so much I couldn’t breathe!!

I’m the only Asian kid that use to go to the citywide black cookouts too,never saw a single white personal at any of them! I have a ton of stories as well. I’ll say Im supporting the community by eating delicious food,with great people,so i’m always in!🖤

I used to work in a plant where I was the only person who wasn't Cambodian. When I started getting invited to cookouts and weddings, it was a bit of a culture shock. But those times were some of the best I've ever had and I'll never forget them. Never be afraid to expand your horizons.

So much love and nobody sees colour! Just human beings bounding and love eachother. Thats the way it’s supposed to be. Respect and greetings from Europe( Belgium)!

Canadian here, we did cook outs when I was a kid for my mother's birthday. As we did them in a public park it was amazing how many strangers would invite themselves to join us. As our family is mixed, noone seemed to realize it was a family even and we knew who was and was not invited. That didn't stop us from feeding them birthday cake or us kids playing together. It just meant more people to sing happy birthday to my mother.

My 1st black cookout was in the late 90s. I had been friends with the girl who invited me for years. We had met each other's families, been out to restaurants & clubs together, been to each other's houses many times. But she let me know up front that a family cookout was an honor! I had the best time EVER & his explanation is spot-on. I was even told that I got my "hood pass" 😂😂 You can BET, I went back every Summer! 😉 Her grandma passed away several years ago & still had a picture of her "Pale Grandbaby" (my son) on her wall.💗💗

He was so cute. Loved his experience and I love hearing about people experiencing diversity.

I have watched a LOT of black folks reacting to this video, and no matter WHAT their background is, EVERY one of them reacts exactly the same!! I cannot believe it's this universal! NoLifeShaq, Mr. Video, MrLboyd, and now you too, Britt. ALL of you know exactly what he's gonna say before he even says it! It's incredible!! I don't understand how this, what feels like niche, "black cookout" etiquette is SO incredibly universal that you all know exactly what realization he's about to have before he even says it!! It's mindblowing! It's like you all grew up on the same block as Zach's buddy in the story!

I saw that a while ago and laughed so hard. My first friends in high school were Desta and Barrington from Trinidad. Desta played keys, Barry guitar. I was just starting on bass, when suddenly I’m saying yes to play at their church😳. Now, public speaking is not my thing, yet Desta said the pastor might ask me to stand up and just introduce myself. Luckily, a girl was feeling the lord and had to be wrapped in a blanket…blissing out. I was the only white guy and knew notes on keyboard, so I’d just watch Desta. This is first year high school. We’re in my basement when my grandma arrives from Quebec. We were trying to leave when my mom introduces D n’B. My grandma actually said “oh don’t bother Paulette (my mom), they all look the same to me” I went off so hard they had to get a room instead of staying at our house. My brother was an early pioneer in electronic music and HOURS of drum programming. I got home to find about a dozen black people rapping (in ‘85!!!). When I broke out my bass, it flipped to rap I like. It has to have some melody or groove…not just jail rap. My brother was notorious for forgetting (adhd) people’s TAPES lol. 35 years later I was driving cab and I knew the guy but forgot his name. He remembered me. No idea how(I was 180, long ass hair, now 235, bald, white goatee glasses). Then he asked about my brother, so I updated him. “You know, he still owes me a tape!!!”😂. Our neighbour Wendell was a latchkey kid with asthma. He’d hang w us until his folks came. One day his asthma came on and we had to call a “bambulance”. From Trini as well. My dad used to listen to a police scanner and it would catch those first gen wireless home phone bricks. It was better than tv. Caught Wendell using all his skills to get a girl to come over. We were doubled over in tears. My mom showed by example that all our friends were welcome. It might have been her chocolate chip cookies. I never thought about racism, if someone was “different”, I’d always ask where they were from. After so many generations, I ask where’s your family from. A wise friend of mine said “You want to stop racism? Just stop talking about it.” Apologize for the length, but hope you get that I have no editor😂. Btw, your skin looks great, that dimple is cute. Not creepy, I just notice great skin and nails. French tips, little ankle socks and a denim shirt. Yowza

Thanks for the laughs! Being a White man married to a Black woman from Saint Louis Missouri I can relate to everything except the fear. I was never given any serious cause to fear anyone, however I am 6' 4" tall and am not easily intimidated. Once I stopped in downtown East Saint Louis and asked for directions at 1 A.M. the man seemed surprised but was helpful and pointed me to the highway I was looking for I thanked Him and gave him $20 out of gratitude. I have been told by many people since then that I put my life at risk doing that but I didn't feel that way. I was raised that if you treat other people with dignity and respect most of the time that is what you get in return. If you walk into an area with fear on your face constantly looking over your shoulder you broadcast an attitude that makes people angry and they assume the worst about you in return.

That's exactly why the different races and cultures we have in our country are such a blessing. We all have so much to offer each other and learn from each other. It's a blast experiencing other people's foods, religious beliefs, families and stories. And that's what having an open mind and open heart can get you.

I have a nephew who married a black lady. At the luncheon after my Dad's memorial service, there was a pie. Looked like my favorite. It wasn't. Jab's grandma brought it. Sweet potato pie. Best damned pie I ever ate. I told her grandma, if you cooked like that every day I'd marry you. She had a husband, but she let me fall in love with her. I learned how to make her pie. TO DIE FOR.

Lived in ATL from '86-'95. I'll tell ya.....I love ALL my American brothers & sisters. Especially at those cookouts in GA. Lets make this country united again! We know who is responsible for our division! Get them all out of power $ lets stick together ✌️

Zach is one of the FEW folks I can honestly say, we need more folks like him. Also a good addition to your facebook page with all the garbage goin around

This guy is so funny! This is a real Southern guy with a heart of gold. Boy he telling it all!

When I was in the army, my best friend was a black guy. Gary invited me to church one Sunday. I’ve never been to an all black church before so I went. They had a pot luck meal after the service. Just like Zach said, “it’s the best food you’ll ever eat”. The service was amazing too. P.S. just wanted to say you are adorable and I love your facial expressions. Keep up your great work.

Britt, you're a true princess. Love your channel. There's so much division in our land right now and you bring us together. Thank God for channels like this. We get laugh at each other and pray for each other and think that's how our Heavenly Father wants us get along.

I was invited to an all black family reunion. Lemme tell you I had the best day of my life. We was riding our motorcycles. And this man I swear to you he looked just like Mr. Brown 🤣💀 he was so much fun. He said now come on i know you can ride me on that motorcycle best time and food is found at a southern cookout. But leave me out of the spades and dominoes. Its too serious for me.

He does explain subsequently that his friend and his friends family DID set him up during said Spades game and they all had a good chuckle about it. Zach is a fantastic guy and his stories are hysterical.

Ha ha ha this is PRICELESS ! I am a born and bred North East Englishman who has so many fantastic black pals and I have experienced very similar circumstances. Yep, never piss them off, always be on your guard ( it's the old folk you have to watch like a hawk - they are dangerous mofo's 🤣) but I have never eaten better in my life, laughed so much and boogied so intensely as when I have shared the company, and hospitality of these fabulous " family oriented " souls. 🙏

❤️❤️ THIS BROUGHT HAPPY TEARS TO MY EYES!!! It’s all bout respect. Same thing happened to my son and I! He was 9 or 10 and wanted to play Pop-warner football and we showed up to sign ups and he was lookin for his friend that he never found. Anyways….he was adamant to play! I asked him, do you notice anything here? He said NOPE! I was soooo proud of my boy!!! I pointed out to him that there are several HUNDRED people here and not one white, yellow, orange, green person here. Are you good? He looked at me with a smirk and got out the truck and away we went. Once he was on a team the couch states…”Now just cause we have a white boy on the team there will be no name callin, no racism and nothin but respect.” And he then stated to my son…”OK WONDERBREAD…. Let’s go!!” We all laughed and never turned back! BEST TIME EVER and met the best people EVER and ate the best food! We all were one big family and we stuck together for years!!!

You can never go wrong bringing Flowers to the Hostess or especially for the Elders.🙂 God Bless you all ❤️🖖🏼

I remember my first Black cookout, it was similar. Now that I have been married to a Black woman for 27 years now, and this is normal for me now. Learned to play spades in the military.

People need to understand we’re not different species, we’re the same!! And when you get rid of all the things that are designed to keep us apart, you’ll find that we’re in fact the same and learning each other’s cultural differences is a beautiful thing 💯

This guy is SPOT ON! Black family cookouts are the best! Literally the most loved you’ll ever feel if you ever been in this situation you know. I was taught my career by a black man who taught me everything. Some of the most loving people in the world!!!! ❤this man is a great man who has good morals

I'm from the south as well and one weekend we went camping and a black family was camping next to us. We got a late start and were going to have sandwiches when the husband walked over and told us he just finished grilling and wanted to know if we wanted some. He was serious and I said yes. I brought my yankee wife with me and the kids followed and they began feeding us and it was so very good. My wife told the wife that she wished she could have brought something and of course she was told that we were guests. That was good, but then my wife invited them for dinner the next night. It was funny because the wife and husband nodded politely, but I could tell they were worried about what the yankee white woman was going to cook. They came over for dinner and we were having hamburgers, hotdogs and my wife made the sides. What they didn't know is that my wife wanted to be a chef. She made the patties with spices and cheese in it and I'm pretty good a grilling as well. My wife also made potato salad. It happens to be the best potato salad ever made and watching that black family eating the incredible burgers and at first the small amount of potato salad on their plates. the husband and wife came back for a plate full of the potato salad and the wife asked for the recipe. I got my wife to like southern cooking and the first one was purple hull peas and rice with corn bread, she had to get a justin wilson cookbook for the cornbread. She loved it so much that we had it two nights in a row. Being this incredible chef, she now makes beans and rice with cornbread and it's one of her best. Everyone knows great food and at a cookout that's all that matters, we are all the same.

I grew up Mormon, and at one point, I think I was 12 or 13 (8th grade) I invited my black friend to Church. It was okay, everyone was nice to him, if not particularly welcome. He was the only black person in the entire church. The following week I was invited to visit his church. He was Baptist. The preacher was out greeting everyone coming in, he must have heard I was coming, because he asked if I was the Mormon boy. I said I was and he just grinned and said I was about to see a very different way to worship the Lord. Boy, he wasn't kidding. It gave me a love for gospel music I still have to this day. EVERYONE went out of their was to make me feel welcome and wanted. No one made me feel out of place even though I was the only white person there. It would have been a 100% positive experience if it wasn't for the shame I felt that my friend was not made to feel so welcome and wanted at my church. And that shame did not come from my friend or any of the Baptists. And anyone who thinks it's wrong to feel shame over how "my people" have treated other people, well, that shame is justified. Shame is a good emotion. It's unpleasant for a reason, it makes us avoid making the same unjust actions in the future.

The first one I ever got invited to was in Baton Rouge Louisiana. That was over 40 years ago, and STILL think the bbq sauce that they were using on those ribs was the best bbq I have ever, ever had. Was 3 families, some 80 people... I've loved the blues and bluegrass ever since. My little 9 year old ass sitting there with all the other kids, watching this huge, like 6'6" black guy roasting this big ass pig, and telling us all the cool war stories and stuff my Dad would never talk about. Damn, thank you for posting this and thank the algorithm for resurecting it for me to watch. I haven't thought of that man in years, his storytelling and the old Irish myths my grandmother used to tell me are the core of how I write today. (Not famous, not big, just write fiction as a hobby). Sgt. J Wilkens from the 80s if your still out there, neither you nor the lessons you spared for a shithead of a kid are forgotten. Taught me more about honor, responsibility, and respect in the 4 years we were at that base than my own father ever did.

I grew up in queens NY, and I made friends with this dude who had done some work at my home, and he had mentioned a family (all from down south) cookout in far rock away and invited me and my sister, we went, only 2 white people, and we were treated like family and ate some of best food ever for nearly four hours! It was an awesome experience!

My mom came out to California from Texas when she was 7yo in 1932. When she found out what "soul food" was, she said "Why that's just good ol' home town cook'n". We make this kind of food most of the time. My mom passed away Feb. 22nd this year. My bother and sister made red beans and cornbread and potato salad and collard greens to celebrate her life. I'll always cook this way.

Oh! One more. I lived in Virginia, alone. My black coworker invited me to his family for thanksgiving. I’ve never felt so honored

Zach, you are an amazing person. Thanks for being a wonderful example of simply being decent 😍

This sounds like my first-generation Italian friends as well as my Irish family. I love the differences and the sameness of all our different cultures within and without the United States! If you want to know how people really are ....sit and eat with them!❤

Zach Rushing is hilarious. Like others said, part 2 is Mama T's Fish Fry and it's also hilarious. My family loves my potato salad and deviled eggs. If the meal isn't at my house then they ask me to bring both to the bbq, cookout or crawfish boil. At Christmas and Thanksgiving it's my broccoli, rice and cheese casserole and chocolate or lemon pie they want. Lol.

I am dead watching this incredibly accurate description of being at your first cookout and being the only white person there. It is still one of the best experiences of my life to date and I've never passed up an invite since. I will say that growing up in Arkansas and now living in Iowa, the South definitely does it better.

Your Smile made me smile your just straight Beautiful !! This is my opinion as a over 55 White man from a small Texas town . I believe beauty , personality , Intelligence all the things that make up a Woman has nothing to do with different shades of peoples skin . It's about who you are not the color of your skin that's a very shallow , limited way to think IMHO . Hope you have found that Cookout you were looking for ?? Oh and my Family from my Mom's side are Cajun's from Louisiana and they are white but the Cookouts they throw are so similar if not for skin shade there's not much difference and you ALWAYS get a take home plate Period not a choice its already been decided for you when you accept the Invite LOL !!! Truth ...

This just made my heart so happy!! We have to appreciate each other’s cultural differences and learn from each other. That barbecue sounds like one big beautiful loving family!!! WE NEED MORE OF THIS!!! PPL LOVING PPL!! Thank you Jesus 🙏🏼 I love your Channel. You have a new subscriber. God Bless you & thank you for sharing this awesome story ❤️It made my Sunday even brighter 😊

People just need to love each other and treat one another with respect . God give us the opportunity to make him proud, we're all brothers and sisters. Love yall

I not only attended a 'black' cookout with my gorgeous friend, Sharita, but I ended up manning the grill! I had cooked in restaurants, and my friend's momma needed help. Not enough folk were working the cookout. It was an honor, esp since everything was good except for one undercooked burger.

I've been to many when I lived in NJ. My boss used to invite me every one of his family reunions which they had every year in the park. Used to have a ball every year. Pretty much watched every kid in his family go from baby to young adult. Those were the days ...... I miss you Walter ....RIP

loved his description of the event as it was funny but yet very accurate. Im from Chicago but moved to small town life at 19 years of age. My neighbors were brown people and the head of the family taught me many things about farm life and farming. That aside when it comes to a black family cook out and you are invited you had best get your ass to that cookout. I can tell many stories about the black family I am referring to but at this moment all Im here to say is go and enjoy

I'm just an old gringo who's had the honor of being invited to a cookout or two, but this was the most fun I've had watching a video for weeks. Part of it was the fact that you could be the melaninated twin of a young lady I work with. Same face. Same smile. Same gestures. Same fun attitude. I'm subscribing. I want to hear more of what you have to say. Thank you for making my day. 😊

I love Zach rushings videos! Ive seen so many of his video and from what I observed, I got mad respect for that man. He is a very noble guy.

My husband is from KS. I am from TN. He experienced his first black cookout. He had a blast. He said he never had food that good. He commented on how everyone was so nice and welcoming. When I go to his family stuff, borrrring. The food is boring. No one talks to you even if you try to talk to them. No cards or dominoes. No salt or even pepper. After being around my family, he immediately saw how boring and cold his family is. Same with the churches in that part of KS. They stare at you like you are an alien and they dont soeak back.

He was hilarious whilst respectful. Had me in stitches. Sounds like an absolute blast. Good choice Britt.

BRITT, thanks for showing racial harmony at work. Definitely need more of this!

I want to attend one of these cookouts. Seriously. The whole thing sounds completely fabulous. I love to experience other cultures and cuisines. So much to learn.

I would love to go to a cookout like that. 😂😂😂 That sounds like fun!

Growing up in the deep south (Alabama), I remember many of these cookouts. Most of them were mixed and most were amazing! THE best food, company, family, and friends. What more could one ask for. BTW, Britt, Just think. Collards with a splash of pepper vinegar. Best ever!!!

I used to play dominoes and dice. Laying bones = dominoes Throwing bones = dice. That is what I was taught, anyway. This was the 90's.

I am sitting here enjoying both him and you. I have the privilege of spending my teenage years living in Fern Park Florida and spent many many days and nights in in a town a couple minutes away called Eatonville, if you're not familiar research it. In the early sixties the black community was very welcoming to us young white teens because they were grateful for us treating them as equals. And we were grateful to be able to go into the juke joints and drink underage, it was a much different time. The mutual acceptance we had for each other, for me, grew into a love and respect for the black culture. We all just saw ourselves as down-home southerners, no "race" just folks enjoying each other and life. And I heard the most authentic music in those clubs and my love of blues, soul food and just good fun grew. Just good times . . .

I was invited to a similar gathering but the two sisters that wanted my opinion was not over potato salad but sweet potato pie. They were both good but I was not going to pick one over the other. Dang that was some good food.

For me as an european slavic - this sounds amazing! I wish I would experience that..

I have a funny story like this but they were strangers. We were doing construction on a house. Me and one of the guys went to get extra done on a Saturday morning. The family behind the house saw us and invited us to come down off the roof and eat. Well we dont turn down BBQ. We were the only 2 white guys there but it was some of the most fun i had at a cookout. To top it off we didnt know anyone there.. But he is right..The best danm BBQ your ever gonna find!!

I love the story and I use it as the example of why culture is important and why sharing it can be an amazing experience. And this story reminds me of a tradition we have in my original city (the island/Archipel of Kerkennah). At the end of Ramadan (the month where muslims don't from sunrise to sunset), families who have a dead relative cook a huge amount of food and we take it to the graveyard at like 2-3 in the morning. People will pay their respect to their loved one first and then proceed to set up the food to be available for everyone. And then, anyone present there, no matter the age, the origin or anything, ^roceeds to eat from any plate you want as much as you want. We kinda have a saying that translates to : "bring your spoon and join". And it is literally what we do. Almost every kid or teenager present in the area will be at the event with their own spoon eating. Everyone is miling and happy and enjoying it. Just imagine halloween but for all ages, and instead of sweets it's all kinds of food. And instead of going from home to home, everyone is present in the same location. To iamgine the number of people present, the families that cook are around 100 families. The people that comes to eat are more than 10 times that. So we are talking thousands of people within a cemetary sharing food. the more you eat, the more the chef is happy. Because it's confirmation for how good the food is and also it is believed it's done for the good of the dead relative. So the more you eat, the more good it is for their relative, which clearly will make them happy. I love the event because it gets so many people together to celebrate, it brings people together, there is no judgment in it, and most importantly, visiting a dead relative grave becomes a happy experience and comforting moment. Edit : forgot to give you the name of the event : Kas3a=Kasaa, which is the name of the big bowl that hold so much food. It's the size of a home satelite dish that holds enough food to feed 20-50 people.

I love this guys sense of humor! He’s cute too!

The immediate head shake at him saying he got up to get his food 😂🤣😂

It is always great to attend to other "cultures" feasts or just coming together things. I have tried Kenyan, Pakistan and Iranian "Cookouts". Of course you are always nervous the first time because you want to behave good. The second time is better because you dont wwear this nervoussness anymore. Zach is really a great person. He has more videos if you would like to know more

This guy is awesome. Funny and just an all around good human being. Love it

He is a hell of a storyteller. I enjoyed this. Love to watch your reactions, Britt ❤

first black cookout i've been invited to was a friend's birthday during high school. it was also a haitian cookout (half of the food was soul food and the other half was haitian). that's where i learned there's always more room for pie, how to play the games mentioned in this video (we also played wii sports in the living room. the only game i was winning at), a little about the creole language, and a mix of different types of music i've never heard before. it was overall, a great time. no time to get bored

Zack is a good ole fellow Mississippian. He’s hilarious and is not afraid to tell it like it is! ♥️😂

That was too funny I loved it you can tell he’s a really nice guy and he’s a really good hearted person

I’m sitting in bed in England watching and reading the comments. I feel a warm glow with the friendship that comes across with this story and it is a real change from many of the story’s that appear about racial conflict. Thanks for the video❤

Love Zach. Mama T's Fish Fry, I finally made my woman proud and my boy slingin the disney plus are just a few that are gold.

Spades is the only game we used to play at family gatherings too. I’m shocked that he’s never heard of it, but I was raised in a military family where everyone’s culture blends together. Our bbq’s used to be very similar to theirs but music was necessary too; always playing some thing good. My Mom loves to cook so there was always 3-4 meats, 5-6 sides and 3-4 desserts, sweet tea, coke and alcohol. I’m across the country from them now but I miss my younger days when we got together like that.

Isn't is great how good and generous people great food can bring everyone together.

This man you are talking about on your video.And the first beginning is a good man.He's got there and he's a good soul.Bless his heart

5:32 "It's a multi-hyphenated table, Sir." Oh my ffff.... that line killed me! 🤣😂😍

My favorite thing as a kid, was my friend inviting me as her guest for southern Baptist Sunday service. The service was very lively and the after cookout was awesome!! I wasn't ever afraid though. Ì just never saw color, never focused on it. I grew up in farm/ranch community where only categories were hard workers or lazy. I went to many Southern Baptist services with my friend Sandra.

White man here, so funny. I would love that invite, real people no politics, lovely. UK

Thank God we are all from the south. God,friendship,and food. Amen east Tennessee.

This guy is absolutely HYSTERICAL!! Had me in tears.

I grew up with all the same foods! I'm 64 and not black, and potato salad, greens, Black eyed peas is some of my favorite foods also! (Tater salad sandwiches was cheap road trip food) I was born and raised on the Gulf Coast of Texas. My mom had a barbecue place, I have ties to Louisiana. I have Creole in my blood. So all the foods that is called soul food now days, I just thought it was country food myself! But whatever you call it, just don't forget to call me for supper!! Y'all have a blessed day!!

This is a wonderful example of unity of humanity.. People should experience and embrace the mix of culture and family.. I love this so much. I wish the world would take this as a blueprint for how we should be together!!❤️🤘🏻

Omg, what a great story. I feel like we've all been to one of those great bbq's. It's 2:00 in the morning and this is still making me hungry. Look forward to your next share. Thanks again. We need more family bbq's and it would be a better place. Black cook out's are absolutely the best!!!

I’ve never had the honor, but when Britt described her favorite sides, she made an immediate fan of me. I am a Texan and you give me some cornbread, collard greens, potato salad, beans, and a tall glass of iced sweet tea, and I am set. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll eat all the BBQ you have to spare, and pie, pudding, or cobbler. But I can do just fine on some good sides. When I was in the Army in Korea, I ended up as Staff Duty NCO driver one weekend. Basically, that means you spend all day driving around the NCO in charge of keeping an eye on things around post. My Platoon Sergeant (a black E-8) was pulling duty, and I never really liked the guy much. But, I was stuck with him that day regardless. We were in Donducheon, on Camp Nimble - a satellite camp to Camp Casey where 2ID ran the show. The little mess hall on Nimble was a joke. But they had a couple of really good ones on Casey. At lunch time, my sergeant said, “You probably don’t eat soul food, do you?’ I quickly (but respectfully) corrected the man. So he told me the way over to a mess hall on Casey that did soul food every Saturday for lunch. Apparently, a lot of the black NCOs from Casey knew about it and routinely met up there for chow. I was a happy private that day. I followed him in and commenced to stuffing myself stupid on all that amazing food. Best meal I ever had in the Army.