Fun story:
Back in the 80s at my high school, we had a "black students union". And of course there was one student in the 1,200 who was as White as a sheet but thought he was black. Oh how he wanted so much to be a nigger. And by senior year, he was of course the token White kid in the bsu and really was accepted by his nigger friends as a real and for true nigger. He dressed like a nigger, walked like a nigger, of course talked like a nigger, and used the nigger hair products. He was so happy with his place.
So in that senior year, I happened to be walking down a hallway in the morning, my backpack slung over one shoulder as I wasn't going far.
After I'd passed by the wigger and his gaggle of nigger friends, the little wigger's voice rang out loud and clear:
"Hey [SocksOnCats]! How come you carry yo' pack like a White boy?"
The entire hallway, full of about 200 students, fell absolutely silent. Racism was a huge deal and the school was pretty strict.
I stopped, turned around, and slowly made my way back to the wigger sitting on the floor with his nigger friends. I regarded the wigger for a moment, then leaned towards him and spoke (just as loud and clear):
"Well, [wigger], maybe I carry my pack like a White boy ... because I AM a White boy."
I held his gaze for a couple of seconds as nothing moved and there was no sound.
And then, like an explosion, all of the niggers around the little wigger started screaming and laughing and hooting and acting just like niggers do. They thought it was SO FUNNY that their little pet wigger got told off by a White guy. I watched as the light faded from the wigger's eyes before turning and continuing on my way.
To this day I have absolutely no animosity for that wigger. If I saw him on the street and recognized him, I might even say 'hi'. (Well, maybe not.) If I then felt or now feel anything for him, it would be pity at his terrible choice and misguidedness. But from that point on, that wigger never, not once, ever looked me in the eye again.
And then everybody clapped 😂
But seriously, everyone must have seen at least one of these wiggers at school, wearing loose clothes, baggy pants and a backwards cap. It's like a clown who escaped from the circus. I couldn't describe the impression it made on me at the time because the word hadn't been coined yet, but today I'd call it cringe. Yes, cringe, that would describe it perfectly.
And it so happened that even in my school there was such a boy. He came from a well-off family and he was in the premium grade, where, unlike the rest of the school, you had to pay tuition, so it kinda checks out. Many such cases, right? Perhaps because they thought everyone else was lame and boring, the poor bastards, in a misguided desire to find their belonging, choose to idolize niggers of all people. He would even occasionally sing his rap "songs" during events in the auditorium. And Russian rap, let me tell you, is the worst kind of angst-filled mumble rap without any rhyme or melody, it was a terrible time because for some reason everyone listened to that sludge. So even as a kid, I came to the conclusion that wiggers really need a good slugging to knock the nigger fascination out of them, to set them straight.
Anyhow, I hope this kid is doing well today and has moved on, that would be for the better.
Life is hard on the streets when you gotta be home by 930 and got school tomorrow
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