I suppose the purpose of this thread is to reflect upon those less fortunate than we are. Ok, I can summarize an episode many years ago I experienced which serves me in that capacity. I lost my intelligence for about 4 days - completely. I couldn't work my remote, or do my job, and I even had difficulty figuring out which of my many keys worked which lock.

I was undergoing a very intense period in my life where a lot was at stake and it got to me. My chief adversary in a dream one Friday night appeared as satan himself, and he tripped me up by his clever questioning, and, I was falling down down to the hot fire. I remember the nightmare, but not waking up, nor much about the following day (Saturday), except I recall being outside in my back yard not knowing how I got there.

For about 4 days I wandered around in a daze, without enough intelligence to even put stamps on the letters I sent out paying my bills (they all came back days later - "insufficient postage").

I showed up at work (mainframe computer programming) and wound up clobbering an important database (which, luckily, HAD been archived - whew!), and I couldn't even remember how to code the most fundamental of programming instructions.

By Thursday I had recovered and joined in with several others trying to find out WHO had clobbered that data base. By then, I was fully functioning again and I used some tricks I had learned at a previous job and finally identified the USERID that erased the files, and I was floored when I realized it was MY OWN USERID.

I enjoyed a good reputation with my peers, so, when I rushed to tell everyone to call off the search because I was sure now that I had done it myself accidently, it was accepted by all as just one of those rare screw-ups (none of us are perfect, eh?).

I had had the presence of mind to make an appointment on Tuesday (while still in a fog) with my neurologist, and he finally saw me on Friday, by which time I had fully recovered.

He listened to my tale and concluded that I had experienced what he called "subclinical misfirings, similar to an epileptic seizure". I believed him because I recalled witnessing, years before, someone close to me undergo an epileptic seizure and it took him two weeks before he could work crossword puzzles again (he was a whiz at that).

What I remember during those four days, when I KNEW I had a very low intelligence quotient, was that I cried, feeling worthless, and I was quite sure no one cared a whit about me anymore because I had lost the one thing that gave me worthiness - my intelligence.

I came to have a much greater sympathy for those individuals who are BORN with shortcomings that bind them ineluctably to an inferior status in life. At that time, I, like these other misfortunates, still had human feelings that were just as important to me as they had been before I had lost my intelligence. It made me weep because I was sure my fellowman just didn't give a damn (reflecting, sadly to say, something like I MYSELF had felt before this devastating experience).

I've never had anything like that happen since, but I will always remember it - I no more allowed myself to sit so high and mighty as I encountered those helpless souls who are born with defects that subject them so many ills in life.

One thing for sure, though, in that state of mind, I would never have ever done anything to harm or hurt another soul. I had felt so vulnerable that I lived in fear that some predator would notice my weakness and pounce upon me - I was helpless.

So, after that, even though I sympathize with the helpless much more, I still take note of those less fortunate who have the wherewithal to lash out violently - they are not in the same category as those harmless ones who deserve sympathy and extra consideration.

If everything else about me were the same, except I were black, I would be the kind from which you have nothing to fear, and, if you happened to be big-hearted, to whom you might toss a bit of human sympathy. I would not have any association with those other blacks we see running around acting like stale dynamite about to go off. If any white woman paid attention to me, I would accept it as pure human kindness, and never allow her, nor anyone, to suspect I harbored any kind of forbidden thoughts about her. Those whites who would bother to get to know me, would see that I know my place, and, should the question ever come up, they would vouch for me. Sort of like a good "uncle tom" in the old south.

Dunno , be too stupid to realize what happened

..what would you do?

Deary me that would be quite a dilemma....

or

eggy .. what would you do..

“I’d blow my brains out,”

If you could somehow(Only God Knows)- Go to Bed a NIGger and wake up White.
You would be quite rich if you could carry out this abominated act
for the NIGger Beasts.

However if the Changed still had the NIGgerBrain,
their actions and demeans would just make them White NIggers.