Let me take this moment, also, to apologize for that lengthy monologue a few moments ago by the Man in a Tan Jacket holding deerskin suitcase. He ran in here, and began ranting into the microphone, and then left quite suddenly.
I don’t even remember what it was he said. Do you? It was only just moments ago. You do remember him talking, right?
Oh, and I think I remember that it sounded really urgent. I don’t even remember what the man was wearing, or carrying with him, or that it was even a ‘he,’ or that any time had passed at all.
And that concludes whatever I was just saying just before this sentence.
We bring you back now to the numbers station story we were talking about just, um well, it looks like ten or fifteen minutes has passed since we talked about it. Uh, hmm. How did that happen?
“Why do white people own so many pets?
Because we’re not allowed to own people anymore.
What is the scariest thing about a white person in prison?
You know he did it.
how many Chicago cops does it take to change a light bulb? None, they just beat the room for being black.”
A good looking 50 year old white man is trying to get laid on reality TV. What show are you watching?
To catch a predator.
Why do white girls travel in groups of three or five?
They can’t even
What do you call 64 white people in a room? A full blooded Cherokee.”—
at dinner last night, a coworker was talking about hanging out with his white friends and getting fed up with the racist jokes, and asked them to tell a white people joke. nobody had any, so he googled and found these. after a few of them, people were a lot less comfortable.
white folks, next time you hear a racist joke, maybe lead with one of these in response. tag this “I’m white” when you reblog it, if you are.