Sunday, October 19, 2008

Et tu, Niggere?

The house slaves know the rebellion is a-comin’. They friz up their slicked back mulatto hair, quietly change from their butler’s outfits into the garb of the cotton pickers, and discretely bury any little tokens of their master’s favor – a book, a ring, a medal.



When ol’ Massa and his kin are drug out by torchlight and pierced by pitchforks, the house slaves will get the first calluses of their lives. They just don't make Uncle Toms like they used to.