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Who the hell are you, boy?
Why, I'm me •••I am a person just like you.

Come on now you can't be serious.
Well, yes •••Yes I am!

But dammit you're a nigger!
No sir, I'm a Negro.

Hat You're a black son of a bitch!
Yes, you're probably right.

Christ, boy, you ·know I'm right. Now tell me who you are.
I am a black man, I'm no longer a slave without a past.

Look, I can see you're Black, but what do you mean, who are you?
I am no longer what you want me to be. I am now what I
want to be. I am the maker of my future, my black future.

That's the trouble with all you niggers, you're never satisfied.
You don't know when you had it good. You're always looking

for trouble.
White man what's your hang-up?

Watch your tongue boyt You watch what you say.
You are afraid I'll sleep someday with your daughter? Maybe.
But you're really afraid I will sleep with your conscience.

Now •••Now wait •••wait just a goddam minute.
No! I've tired of waiting. Now I shall take what's mine.
What you've always cherished will also belong to me. If
you won't share it with me then I will have to take it from
you. You've lost one right already--the right to plot my
future; to tell me what I want and how I will get it. Now
I have to get it any way I can, and we both have to suffer.
NoW, yes now, you will suffer with me.

But •••But •..•

R. McCanna