"Excuse me, Sir!", the nigress exclaimed when I walked past her and joined my friend who was already in line. "Are YOU together? Are YOU together?" I had violated the nigress' civil rights because she thought I was a line-cutter.

The other day I saw a nigger blurt out a "whyte peeple" joke to the cashier at the market, something about "whyte peeple" rubbing chocolate on their skin as sunscreen in an effort to be more black. The cashier was some flip and was obviously irritated by the nigger. The hulking white dude and his white girlfriend in front of me, who were joking with the nigger beforehand, turned dead silent. No one said a thing as this coon fished around for change to buy his peanut butter nigger-candy. No one challenged his subhuman social racial sovereignty.

Then he turns and makes eye contact with me, and I'm wayyy in the back of the line, with his smiling nigger grin. "Let's go, this ain't showtime at the Apollo." I said. Dead silence and a palpable sense of tension from the whites and flip, no reaction from the nigger at all.