08-03-2018, 04:35 PM
Sometimes I wonder if I'm not the one who stirred up the racist pot. As a Southern white man, I can't help but be obsessed by the subject of race. My latest joke about race is: Why would anyone want to be racist? It's got to be exhausting.
People here, I'm sure, don't know this . . . But in my little local town I get up in front of crowds every once in a while and pretend like I'm Ralph Waldo Emerson: And my last one, I started out saying: The white race lost its soul a long time ago, the black man, through his suffering, taught us how to endure. . . . And then I was booed off stage. But, damn, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Miltonic Satan and CREATED rock n roll. Rock n roll, the soul of America . . . the smooth bassline.
People here, I'm sure, don't know this . . . But in my little local town I get up in front of crowds every once in a while and pretend like I'm Ralph Waldo Emerson: And my last one, I started out saying: The white race lost its soul a long time ago, the black man, through his suffering, taught us how to endure. . . . And then I was booed off stage. But, damn, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Miltonic Satan and CREATED rock n roll. Rock n roll, the soul of America . . . the smooth bassline.