Dead Niggers
Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 1:02 am
Douglas Mercer
October 28 2023
Now some busybody negro lady is getting the big Jewish press on her side, and she’s running around the country making a nuisance of herself. The story goes that when she was sitting at her mammy’s knee the old crone told her some sappy (and likely untrue) tales of the bad old days when the White man still stalked the land and had some decent self respect. Apparently the mammy herself had sat at the knee of her grandappy who was a sharecropper and he had told her some whoppers too. So right off the bat you can see that this is something on the order of double hearsay or a weak game of nigger telephone, so the chances that any truth comes out in the end is pretty hazy. But story is (they say) a slave named Renty of whom the busybody is a direct descendant (they claim) got his photo snapped by some ogre like White men who were doing some proto anthropological work to prove that there was an inseparable racial barrier between the negro and the White race. If you’re like me, and I suspect you are, no research is required to know that for a fact. You can just open up the paper or turn on a screen and it’s as obvious as that nose on Jew parasite’s face. But niggers being niggers they have to cry a lot and make a federal case out of it. And of course come up with a stupid slogan: Free Renty! Totally typical.
“Photography was a fairly new technology back in 1850 when a group of white men 1,000 miles away from Cambridge, Massachusetts, conspired with a famous Harvard professor to use it. Louis Agassiz, a pioneer of natural science, had traveled to South Carolina hoping to prove that different races did not share a common origin, a theory called polygenesis. To aid his effort, the men had selected seven Black people, most from nearby plantations, and hauled them to a posh photo studio in downtown Columbia. A photographer then captured them from the front, side and back like the specimens Agassiz considered them to be. Now 173 years later, Harvard’s Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology holds within its vast collection the resulting 15 images, a kind of early photograph called daguerreotypes. They are among the oldest known photographs of enslaved people in America.”
This story traveled and roared across the Jewish news lines because something called “Pro Publica” ran a big syrupy story about it. It should be called Pro Judaica as the founders were two miserable Jews with the by now archetypical lineage: offspring of immigrant Russian and Lithuanian Jews (ie, Jews). You know the score: every single time. So now everyone in the world is supposed to cry torrents of rivers over some long dead and buried niggers. Our once White nation is being inundated with millions of strangers to our blood who would just as soon kill us as look at us but the sad tale of pathetic slaves who should have been long forgotten is more than worthy to suck up some prime real estate and oxygen in the news cycle. Stop the presses! Racists snapped photos of evolutionary throwbacks! The poor coons must have thought the big White man be stealin’ his soul with that voodoo photo-ma-graphy. He be trying to prove da’ poly-ma-genesis. Dat where they say the black man not good as the White man. It’s true that from the very beginning on this continent the black man wanted nothing more from life that loose shoes, a tight pussy, and a warm place to shit whereas the White man conceived and executed marvel upon marvel---but that don’t matter. Give him some watermelon and let him goggle at the progress. He still be equal it say so on that paper. Sheeeiiit!.
“When Lanier entered the Peabody that day, after driving for two hours from her home in Connecticut, she clutched a document she’d prepared for Harvard in hopes its experts might review it with her. It detailed the genealogy research she thought could demonstrate her ancestral ties to Renty and Delia. A white woman who would oversee her visit greeted her, in what Lanier recalled as a professional but distant tone. Lanier signed a standard legal form that stated if she was allowed to examine anything in the museum’s archives, she would need permission to publish any part of it. The experience left her shaken. Over the next nine years leading up to her 2019 lawsuit against Harvard to gain control of the photographs, Lanier grew increasingly offended by its dominion over them. As she attempted to get Harvard to engage with her, she grappled with nausea and insomnia. She found it outrageous that the institution whose celebrated employee prompted the taking of the pictures controls the stories of the people he subjected to such degradation.”
What they are thinking is the damn White bitch she should have prostrated herself to the nigger. She was a relative of the famous Renty after all. What was she thinking? You know she was just a drone employee and under that prim librarian’s gaze and that pencil skirt she harbored lust and adulation of the negro, probably bagged a buck or two in her sordid days. But for some inexplicable reason Harvard is holding out on this one. The faux White lady in question has to tow the company line for now, though you know in the end they will get down in the mud and fork over the pictures to some sick nigger museum where they will find their home. And people will go and see the stills of those sorry negros and say yup—totally equal. If you say different you are a big bigot and you probably just broke a law or two. Better just to cry those miles of rivers, get your head back on the chopping block, and be done with it.
“But more is at stake than who gets to claim ownership, a fraught concept in a battle over coerced pictures taken of captive people. Lanier’s ultimate goal is not to possess the images for herself but to reclaim a story. She sees revealing the brutality of the imagery, and the humanity of the subjects, as being as important to the broader understanding of the nation’s legacy of slavery as the images themselves. She is involved in a conversation that goes to many broader issues of African American empowerment — and disempowerment — in the telling of their own story, said Michael Blakey, a bioarchaeologist and professor at the College of William & Mary and co-chair of The Commission for the Ethical Treatment of Human Remains of the American Anthropological Association.”
The vile spades don’t know who their father is but they got papers of genealogical trees pinpointing the lineages with precision. You know more than one of those promiscuous ebony apes swung in to the family tree on a rot gut bender and left a little present. Yet they will swear up and down on a stack of anti-racist books that great great grand mammy was a good solid lady who never was an estrus maddened slut, and they got da’ scholars to the crack of doom who will stamp the charts that say old Renty he be there ancestor. Why, the whole enterprise would make the men at Himmler’ ancestral office green eyed with envy at the meticulous and pure nature their enterprise. But really whose father is whose never worried a spook too much. The story is the broader picture of the da racists way back when. Harvard has their own nigger in charge now so in two shakes of negress’ twerking bottom the word will come down to decolonize the daguerreotypes and put the finishing touches to the final purifying anti-White policies. And then old Renty will be liberated from the sinister clutches of old John Harvard and given as the gift the keeps on giving to the Museum Of Negro Love somewhere in the Deep South.
“The shop owner had sent her two links. The second one pulled up a story that mentioned Louis Agassiz. Among the most acclaimed scientists of his time, Agassiz founded Harvard’s Museum of Comparative Zoology and was the first scientist to hypothesize a global ice age. But Lanier also read that after encountering Black hotel workers one day, the Swiss-born professor had written to his mother that he experienced pity at the sight of this degraded and degenerate race and found it impossible for me to reprocess the feeling that they are not of the same blood as us.”
There’s your problem. Even a grand White man from the past hit mental stumbling blocks in the designation of negros as inferior. Such a thing should not have occasioned a moment’s pity or doubt. He got the feeling that the negros were atavistic discards but something in him taught him to fight it. First of it’s not a feeling, it’s not really even a thought, a moment’s cursory reflection is more than enough to be a hundred percent sure that the White man and the negro have nothing in common racially. The latter is not a dark reflection of us, or a distant cousin, and certainly not brothers beneath the skin. They are strangers to our blood. Good for him that he was unable to “reprocess that” and did not backtrack into the “moral groove.” He gets in hot water now with the bien pensants due to having said that that the brain of a negro is that of a seven-month-old White infant in his mother’ womb. He said the blacks were a degraded and degenerate race (true). But as good as this is even that statement about the unborn White child is off; that White child will in a due course of time be capable of marvels. But check in on the negro in twenty years and as sure as a Jew is a parasite he’ll be shucking and jiving if you’re lucky enough he’s not breaking into your home.
“She never imagined the promise she made to her mother would lead to people across the country seeking out her story — and those of Renty and Delia. A movement dubbed Free Renty had sprung up around her quest. Students at Harvard had backed her. So had 43 of Louis Agassiz’s descendants, who signed a letter supporting her efforts. In 2019, two had even marched with her to the president’s office to hand deliver a copy.”
Free Renty! Now there’s a slogan a nigger can get behind. What nigger doesn’t want free rent? Kill the landlord, kill the landlord---C-I-L-L the landlord is their mantra. And of course even though the Harvard termites in charge are holding out (for now, wait til that new nigger gets a whiff of this action) all the rest are dutifully tumbling in line and making a big show to (you guessed it) Free Renty! Poor nigger got his soul stolen by the White man’s magic machine, and then got put on display like a bug on a board and all those intellectual Brahmins gathered in their book lined studies and tut tutted and fretted and scratched their heads and said: can it be true? Can the negro be inferior? Can it be true that they are not human? Take a look Percival, what say you? Oh it true alright: the negro is to the White man as Olympia is to the mud hut. Can’t be mentioned in the same breath really. And for reaching such obvious conclusions the men of the past will have to pay with their reputations and their good names. Lucky if their effigies don’t get liquefied and transformed into a demented demon negro boy.
“Now she walked up the wide front steps to this grand new museum in the state where Renty and Delia had lived and probably died. Wandering among its galleries, she examined shackles that once held people in bondage, tools that Black midwives used to birth new life and baskets woven by enslaved women who brought the skill from their homes in West Africa. She paused in one room to read walls filled with people’s first names like so many she had seen on slave inventories during her research. Maybe Harvard should fund the caring for the daguerreotypes here, she mused. Bringing the images to South Carolina, to a first voice institution like this one — an African American-led museum telling African American stories — would mark what Lanier described as a homecoming.”
First voice—the Jews always come up with untrue but sickly saccharine phrases to have the world gasp, clutch their pearls, and catch their breath—don’t they? First Voice like First Nations is a laughable a construction, safe to say the black or the Indian were never first in anything unless it’s whining and wailing about their utter defeat. The only thing they are past masters of is bringing up the rear and clogging up the genetic future. When they say “first voice” it’s meant to cow and make people kowtow, to hand over the microphone to the negress standing next to them, her voice is not primus inter pares, no one is her equal, she is first and foremost, and she must be speaking all the time. Poor old Renty he had his first voice stolen from him like he had his soul pilfered. He became a rat on a slab for race science, his image paraded around in the faculty lounge on Harvard Yard. He was used as Exhibit A for White Supremacy and, as such, he’s a bona fide martyr of the anti-racists. There must be some making noises that perhaps that Lee liquid could become Renty—so long as they are degrading the General they might as well degrade him all the way.
“Three months later, on July 1, Harvard welcomed its first Black president. Claudine Gay, professor of African and African American Studies, is the daughter of Haitian immigrants. Following her selection, ProPublica asked leaders at Harvard and the IAAM what they thought of Lanier’s idea of transferring the images to Charleston. They wrote to ProPublica that it is Harvard that has long suggested placing the daguerreotypes — all 15 of them — in another institution that would allow them to be more accessible to a broader segment of the public, to be understood in an appropriate historical context, and to tell the stories of the enslaved individuals they depict.”
It is unspecified if those Haitian immigrants parents also formed a beachhead in Northern Mexico and stormed though the river like a criminal gang with all their meager earthly possession on their heads. Probably not, it was probably one of those infamous paroles or amnesties our leaders are always coming up with in order to kill of the historically White American nation. What we do know is some imps at Harvard memorialized this baboon’s ascension to the Harvard Presidency by releasing a Chat GTP bot called Slightly Sassier ClaudineGTP which made her sound (you guessed it) sassy and extra angry. When the authorities got wind of this hilarious development the creators had to dismantle the program, smash it into fine dust, and then scatter it to the winds. As for the tar monster in question while she was just in the lower echelons of the formerly White university she announced a robust anti-racism agenda and pursued relentlessly faculty hires in ethnicity, indigeneity and migration (EIM). That is darkies, greasers, and red men. That is she is sassy and angry and is pointing a gun at our heads. Surely when she gets a long good look at poor Renty she’ll air mail the photos to the negro institution herself and then make a big speech which will be nothing less than a love letter to her own race.
“Matthews, the IAAM’s (International African American Museum) president, said the museum is equipped to store the images, which are housed at Harvard in custom-made cases in a facility with controlled temperature and humidity. Matthews added that she would welcome a conversation about moving them to her museum, particularly if approached by the holding institution and a descendant. It definitely fits within our collection philosophy, she said. South Carolina is ground zero for a lot of this. The notion of a homecoming, she added, resonated with her.”
Renty is on the cusp of his liberation. No more in the hands of the anti-racists at Harvard, no more under the malign spell of Dr. Agassiz. Renty be a proud man and he be coming home. Perhaps he can get that soul that was stole by the White man. But in the big negro museum he won’t be pored over by vile racists, or even cooly appraised by sympathetic scholars. No, Renty will have his own room and his own exhibits and shows, and they’ll make a big show case of him. It will be the Renty room. The upshot of it will be White man evil, dark skin good, White skin bad. In the land of his descendants he can be Renty again, just as miserable and lowly as before, but now he will be a big man who got big articles written about his plight. Renty’s life was always a poor thing and not even his own. He was the poor man’s watermelon picker, and if he ever had a thought in his head which was longer than a visceral grunt, well, no one ever heard about it. But now he American History, extra sassy and totally angry. Which makes you think it’s a hell of a thing when a once great country comes to such a pass; when all and sundry fall in prostration worshipping the grainy images of dead niggers.
October 28 2023
Now some busybody negro lady is getting the big Jewish press on her side, and she’s running around the country making a nuisance of herself. The story goes that when she was sitting at her mammy’s knee the old crone told her some sappy (and likely untrue) tales of the bad old days when the White man still stalked the land and had some decent self respect. Apparently the mammy herself had sat at the knee of her grandappy who was a sharecropper and he had told her some whoppers too. So right off the bat you can see that this is something on the order of double hearsay or a weak game of nigger telephone, so the chances that any truth comes out in the end is pretty hazy. But story is (they say) a slave named Renty of whom the busybody is a direct descendant (they claim) got his photo snapped by some ogre like White men who were doing some proto anthropological work to prove that there was an inseparable racial barrier between the negro and the White race. If you’re like me, and I suspect you are, no research is required to know that for a fact. You can just open up the paper or turn on a screen and it’s as obvious as that nose on Jew parasite’s face. But niggers being niggers they have to cry a lot and make a federal case out of it. And of course come up with a stupid slogan: Free Renty! Totally typical.
“Photography was a fairly new technology back in 1850 when a group of white men 1,000 miles away from Cambridge, Massachusetts, conspired with a famous Harvard professor to use it. Louis Agassiz, a pioneer of natural science, had traveled to South Carolina hoping to prove that different races did not share a common origin, a theory called polygenesis. To aid his effort, the men had selected seven Black people, most from nearby plantations, and hauled them to a posh photo studio in downtown Columbia. A photographer then captured them from the front, side and back like the specimens Agassiz considered them to be. Now 173 years later, Harvard’s Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology holds within its vast collection the resulting 15 images, a kind of early photograph called daguerreotypes. They are among the oldest known photographs of enslaved people in America.”
This story traveled and roared across the Jewish news lines because something called “Pro Publica” ran a big syrupy story about it. It should be called Pro Judaica as the founders were two miserable Jews with the by now archetypical lineage: offspring of immigrant Russian and Lithuanian Jews (ie, Jews). You know the score: every single time. So now everyone in the world is supposed to cry torrents of rivers over some long dead and buried niggers. Our once White nation is being inundated with millions of strangers to our blood who would just as soon kill us as look at us but the sad tale of pathetic slaves who should have been long forgotten is more than worthy to suck up some prime real estate and oxygen in the news cycle. Stop the presses! Racists snapped photos of evolutionary throwbacks! The poor coons must have thought the big White man be stealin’ his soul with that voodoo photo-ma-graphy. He be trying to prove da’ poly-ma-genesis. Dat where they say the black man not good as the White man. It’s true that from the very beginning on this continent the black man wanted nothing more from life that loose shoes, a tight pussy, and a warm place to shit whereas the White man conceived and executed marvel upon marvel---but that don’t matter. Give him some watermelon and let him goggle at the progress. He still be equal it say so on that paper. Sheeeiiit!.
“When Lanier entered the Peabody that day, after driving for two hours from her home in Connecticut, she clutched a document she’d prepared for Harvard in hopes its experts might review it with her. It detailed the genealogy research she thought could demonstrate her ancestral ties to Renty and Delia. A white woman who would oversee her visit greeted her, in what Lanier recalled as a professional but distant tone. Lanier signed a standard legal form that stated if she was allowed to examine anything in the museum’s archives, she would need permission to publish any part of it. The experience left her shaken. Over the next nine years leading up to her 2019 lawsuit against Harvard to gain control of the photographs, Lanier grew increasingly offended by its dominion over them. As she attempted to get Harvard to engage with her, she grappled with nausea and insomnia. She found it outrageous that the institution whose celebrated employee prompted the taking of the pictures controls the stories of the people he subjected to such degradation.”
What they are thinking is the damn White bitch she should have prostrated herself to the nigger. She was a relative of the famous Renty after all. What was she thinking? You know she was just a drone employee and under that prim librarian’s gaze and that pencil skirt she harbored lust and adulation of the negro, probably bagged a buck or two in her sordid days. But for some inexplicable reason Harvard is holding out on this one. The faux White lady in question has to tow the company line for now, though you know in the end they will get down in the mud and fork over the pictures to some sick nigger museum where they will find their home. And people will go and see the stills of those sorry negros and say yup—totally equal. If you say different you are a big bigot and you probably just broke a law or two. Better just to cry those miles of rivers, get your head back on the chopping block, and be done with it.
“But more is at stake than who gets to claim ownership, a fraught concept in a battle over coerced pictures taken of captive people. Lanier’s ultimate goal is not to possess the images for herself but to reclaim a story. She sees revealing the brutality of the imagery, and the humanity of the subjects, as being as important to the broader understanding of the nation’s legacy of slavery as the images themselves. She is involved in a conversation that goes to many broader issues of African American empowerment — and disempowerment — in the telling of their own story, said Michael Blakey, a bioarchaeologist and professor at the College of William & Mary and co-chair of The Commission for the Ethical Treatment of Human Remains of the American Anthropological Association.”
The vile spades don’t know who their father is but they got papers of genealogical trees pinpointing the lineages with precision. You know more than one of those promiscuous ebony apes swung in to the family tree on a rot gut bender and left a little present. Yet they will swear up and down on a stack of anti-racist books that great great grand mammy was a good solid lady who never was an estrus maddened slut, and they got da’ scholars to the crack of doom who will stamp the charts that say old Renty he be there ancestor. Why, the whole enterprise would make the men at Himmler’ ancestral office green eyed with envy at the meticulous and pure nature their enterprise. But really whose father is whose never worried a spook too much. The story is the broader picture of the da racists way back when. Harvard has their own nigger in charge now so in two shakes of negress’ twerking bottom the word will come down to decolonize the daguerreotypes and put the finishing touches to the final purifying anti-White policies. And then old Renty will be liberated from the sinister clutches of old John Harvard and given as the gift the keeps on giving to the Museum Of Negro Love somewhere in the Deep South.
“The shop owner had sent her two links. The second one pulled up a story that mentioned Louis Agassiz. Among the most acclaimed scientists of his time, Agassiz founded Harvard’s Museum of Comparative Zoology and was the first scientist to hypothesize a global ice age. But Lanier also read that after encountering Black hotel workers one day, the Swiss-born professor had written to his mother that he experienced pity at the sight of this degraded and degenerate race and found it impossible for me to reprocess the feeling that they are not of the same blood as us.”
There’s your problem. Even a grand White man from the past hit mental stumbling blocks in the designation of negros as inferior. Such a thing should not have occasioned a moment’s pity or doubt. He got the feeling that the negros were atavistic discards but something in him taught him to fight it. First of it’s not a feeling, it’s not really even a thought, a moment’s cursory reflection is more than enough to be a hundred percent sure that the White man and the negro have nothing in common racially. The latter is not a dark reflection of us, or a distant cousin, and certainly not brothers beneath the skin. They are strangers to our blood. Good for him that he was unable to “reprocess that” and did not backtrack into the “moral groove.” He gets in hot water now with the bien pensants due to having said that that the brain of a negro is that of a seven-month-old White infant in his mother’ womb. He said the blacks were a degraded and degenerate race (true). But as good as this is even that statement about the unborn White child is off; that White child will in a due course of time be capable of marvels. But check in on the negro in twenty years and as sure as a Jew is a parasite he’ll be shucking and jiving if you’re lucky enough he’s not breaking into your home.
“She never imagined the promise she made to her mother would lead to people across the country seeking out her story — and those of Renty and Delia. A movement dubbed Free Renty had sprung up around her quest. Students at Harvard had backed her. So had 43 of Louis Agassiz’s descendants, who signed a letter supporting her efforts. In 2019, two had even marched with her to the president’s office to hand deliver a copy.”
Free Renty! Now there’s a slogan a nigger can get behind. What nigger doesn’t want free rent? Kill the landlord, kill the landlord---C-I-L-L the landlord is their mantra. And of course even though the Harvard termites in charge are holding out (for now, wait til that new nigger gets a whiff of this action) all the rest are dutifully tumbling in line and making a big show to (you guessed it) Free Renty! Poor nigger got his soul stolen by the White man’s magic machine, and then got put on display like a bug on a board and all those intellectual Brahmins gathered in their book lined studies and tut tutted and fretted and scratched their heads and said: can it be true? Can the negro be inferior? Can it be true that they are not human? Take a look Percival, what say you? Oh it true alright: the negro is to the White man as Olympia is to the mud hut. Can’t be mentioned in the same breath really. And for reaching such obvious conclusions the men of the past will have to pay with their reputations and their good names. Lucky if their effigies don’t get liquefied and transformed into a demented demon negro boy.
“Now she walked up the wide front steps to this grand new museum in the state where Renty and Delia had lived and probably died. Wandering among its galleries, she examined shackles that once held people in bondage, tools that Black midwives used to birth new life and baskets woven by enslaved women who brought the skill from their homes in West Africa. She paused in one room to read walls filled with people’s first names like so many she had seen on slave inventories during her research. Maybe Harvard should fund the caring for the daguerreotypes here, she mused. Bringing the images to South Carolina, to a first voice institution like this one — an African American-led museum telling African American stories — would mark what Lanier described as a homecoming.”
First voice—the Jews always come up with untrue but sickly saccharine phrases to have the world gasp, clutch their pearls, and catch their breath—don’t they? First Voice like First Nations is a laughable a construction, safe to say the black or the Indian were never first in anything unless it’s whining and wailing about their utter defeat. The only thing they are past masters of is bringing up the rear and clogging up the genetic future. When they say “first voice” it’s meant to cow and make people kowtow, to hand over the microphone to the negress standing next to them, her voice is not primus inter pares, no one is her equal, she is first and foremost, and she must be speaking all the time. Poor old Renty he had his first voice stolen from him like he had his soul pilfered. He became a rat on a slab for race science, his image paraded around in the faculty lounge on Harvard Yard. He was used as Exhibit A for White Supremacy and, as such, he’s a bona fide martyr of the anti-racists. There must be some making noises that perhaps that Lee liquid could become Renty—so long as they are degrading the General they might as well degrade him all the way.
“Three months later, on July 1, Harvard welcomed its first Black president. Claudine Gay, professor of African and African American Studies, is the daughter of Haitian immigrants. Following her selection, ProPublica asked leaders at Harvard and the IAAM what they thought of Lanier’s idea of transferring the images to Charleston. They wrote to ProPublica that it is Harvard that has long suggested placing the daguerreotypes — all 15 of them — in another institution that would allow them to be more accessible to a broader segment of the public, to be understood in an appropriate historical context, and to tell the stories of the enslaved individuals they depict.”
It is unspecified if those Haitian immigrants parents also formed a beachhead in Northern Mexico and stormed though the river like a criminal gang with all their meager earthly possession on their heads. Probably not, it was probably one of those infamous paroles or amnesties our leaders are always coming up with in order to kill of the historically White American nation. What we do know is some imps at Harvard memorialized this baboon’s ascension to the Harvard Presidency by releasing a Chat GTP bot called Slightly Sassier ClaudineGTP which made her sound (you guessed it) sassy and extra angry. When the authorities got wind of this hilarious development the creators had to dismantle the program, smash it into fine dust, and then scatter it to the winds. As for the tar monster in question while she was just in the lower echelons of the formerly White university she announced a robust anti-racism agenda and pursued relentlessly faculty hires in ethnicity, indigeneity and migration (EIM). That is darkies, greasers, and red men. That is she is sassy and angry and is pointing a gun at our heads. Surely when she gets a long good look at poor Renty she’ll air mail the photos to the negro institution herself and then make a big speech which will be nothing less than a love letter to her own race.
“Matthews, the IAAM’s (International African American Museum) president, said the museum is equipped to store the images, which are housed at Harvard in custom-made cases in a facility with controlled temperature and humidity. Matthews added that she would welcome a conversation about moving them to her museum, particularly if approached by the holding institution and a descendant. It definitely fits within our collection philosophy, she said. South Carolina is ground zero for a lot of this. The notion of a homecoming, she added, resonated with her.”
Renty is on the cusp of his liberation. No more in the hands of the anti-racists at Harvard, no more under the malign spell of Dr. Agassiz. Renty be a proud man and he be coming home. Perhaps he can get that soul that was stole by the White man. But in the big negro museum he won’t be pored over by vile racists, or even cooly appraised by sympathetic scholars. No, Renty will have his own room and his own exhibits and shows, and they’ll make a big show case of him. It will be the Renty room. The upshot of it will be White man evil, dark skin good, White skin bad. In the land of his descendants he can be Renty again, just as miserable and lowly as before, but now he will be a big man who got big articles written about his plight. Renty’s life was always a poor thing and not even his own. He was the poor man’s watermelon picker, and if he ever had a thought in his head which was longer than a visceral grunt, well, no one ever heard about it. But now he American History, extra sassy and totally angry. Which makes you think it’s a hell of a thing when a once great country comes to such a pass; when all and sundry fall in prostration worshipping the grainy images of dead niggers.
