Colored People

I was down in there in Orange County, a guy walked up in the club where I was walking, he said, "Hey, boy, come here." I said, "Boy? Hell, you musta caught me in swimming when it was cold, I ain't no damn boy." He looked at me, he said, "You know, I like colored people." I said, "Well, that's weird, me, too." He said, "A colored mammy raised me." I said, "And one raised me." He said, "I nursed a colored mammy's breast." I said, "Well, you're lucky, I didn't get to a white one 'til I was 22." What the hell difference it make what color the chick you with is when you go home and pull the light out? See, color disappears with the light out. When the light goes out, it becomes a question of, who watched? See, like some guy wrote in a magazine, "Negroes have odors." I wrote him a letter, I said, "Man, if you was hauling garbage and cleaning out sewers, and when you got off from work, the toilet was locked up and you didn't have no key, you'd get on the bus funky, too." It's plain and simple. And some other idiot wrote in a magazine, "Negro girls have illegitimate babies." They do, but they have 'em. Bible did not say "Thou shall not bastard," hell, some of us wouldn't have made it. 'Cause we know who our mothers are but remember Speedy Gonzalez—terrible rascal.