And who are you? So full of hate that you have to fight everybody, because you’ve been whipped and chased by hounds. Well that might not be living, but it sure as hell ain’t dying. And dying’s been what these white boys have been doing for going on three years now, dying by the thousands, dying for you, fool. And all this time I keep askin’ myself, when, O Lord, when gonna be our time? Gonna come a time when we all gonna hafta ante up and kick in like men! Like men! You watch who you callin’ nigger! If there’s any niggers around here, it’s you, just some stupidass, swamp runnin’ nigger, and if you not careful, that’s all you ever gonna be!
Glory, John Rawlins