My Research on Racism
I am very concerned about racism and decided to do my own research
about the topic. I went into an inner city high school and interviewed
a group of young black males. I asked them to tell me about their
experiences with racism in the United States. As I listened intently
to their painful experiences of being followed around by store
detectives and being stopped on the highway because of racial
profiling, I carefully studied their hand gestures and body motions as
they spoke.
I watched as the teenaged black boys forearms flexed while they
explained the humiliation of being pulled of the road by cops for no
reason other racial profiling. I listened as they related the sad tale
of being frisked. I imagined what it would be like to the white police
officer who ran his hands up and down the sides of the teenaged black
boy, and how humiliating it must have been for the boy.
I imagined how the cop ran his hands inside of the boys' thighs and
felt the boys' crotch - looking for drugs.
I imagined the painful humiliation, as the cops pulled the boys' shirt
up and reached inside his pants to feel his nuts, just to make sure
there wasn't any dope taped under the boy's balls.
I listened in disgust as the boy related how the cops felt inside his
ass crack - running their law enforcement hands up and down the boy's
sweaty black ass crack and checking inside his tight black ass hole to
make sure no drugs were stuffed up there.
I was sickened by the description of the way cops would feel they
boy's smooth brown body - no part of that boy's body was off limits or
beyond reach of the vigilant law enforcement officers.
I pictured how humiliated those boys must have been. Would they ever
feel like men again? Could they still get their dicks hard when they
wanted to fuck a white girl's tight, wet virgin pussy?
I wondered about these things out loud.
I looked at the boy's crotch area and wondered how long and thick his
manhood might be. It was hard to tell, since his pants were bunched
together. My heart went out to him - oh the humiliation and
degradation of racism! Does he have to masturbate himself at night in
order to forget about the whole ordeal and to drift off into sleep? I
asked him these questions, but he backed away from me and refused to
answer for some reason.
But I was thoroughly wrapped up in his sad plight.
When he beats off at night how much cum does he shoot? I wondered
aloud. Does he shoot it on his bed sheets or does he carry Kleenex
with him to bed? Does he make a lot of noise when he cums or is he the
silent type?
I had a million questions like these but I think he was too shy to
answer me. He just said "gitwawayfromeumuthafuckinfaggot" Since I do
not understand Ebonics I didn't know how to transcribe his answer. I
wasn't really sure if he had answered my question.
I asked him more questions about the pain of racism: How big is his
cock? Can I see it? Can I suck on this thick lips? Do employers
discriminate against him because he has big package that shows through
his pants when he goes on job interviews?
I wanted to know everything about racism.
Sadly the interview was over all too soon. He said he had somewhere
else he had to be. I watched his bubble butt black ass outlined by his
silk boxer shorts as his pants sagged far below his waistline. I
watched him walk out the door.
Oh the things we all must learn about the plight and the drama of the
post-modern black man!
