The Brass Ankles are a tribe of Sweetgum Kriyul people, a triracial isolate Creole group mostly concentrated in Eastern North America with 1 to 2 million people. The term Brass Ankles was originally a slur, but the community it reclaiming the term, similar to Melungeons and other Sweetgum Kriyul tribes.
Brass Ankles are among the most friendly people I've ever met. They are a people of honour and dignity and have my respect because of this.
A person of African American Heritage who has a big nice car (Lincon,Cadillac, etc.) but lives in a shack and they have to put their food stamps together to buy food.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)