More PREJUDICE Anecdotes (Post No.2985)

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Compiled by London swaminathan

Date:19 July 2016

Post No. 2985

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Meeting Margaret Fuller one day full-gloved in the street, Mrs. Horace Greeley, who had an antipathy to kid coverings, touched Miss Fuller’s hand with a shudder and snapped out “Skin of a beast!”

 

“Why, what do you wear?” asked Margaret.

 

“Silk,” responded Mrs. Greeley.

 

Miss Fuller gave a comic shudder and came back with: “Entrails of a worm!”

Xxx

 

“One day,” related Booker T. Washington, the Negro educator, “a poor, ignorant white man came to the polls to vote.

 

“I wish you’d oblige me by voting this ticket,’ said a bright mulatto, who was standing near the polls.

 

“What kind of a ticket is it?” asked the poor white man.

 

“Why,” said the mulatto, “you can see for yourself.”

 

“But I can’t read “What, can’t you read the ballot you have there in your hand and which you are about to vote? exclaimed the colored man.

 

“No,” said he, “I can’t read at all.” “Well,” said the colored man, this ballot means that you are in favor of giving equal franchise to both white and colored citizens.”

 

“It means to let the niggers vote, does it?”

 

“ Yes, sir “

 

Then I don’t want it. Niggers don’t know enough to  vote”

 

xxx

Pauline Bonaparte

 Portrait of Pauline Bonaparte (1780-1825) 

 

Pauline Bonaparte engaged a huge Negro to bath her morning. When some one protested, she answered innocently,

 

“What? Do you call that thing a man?”

 

She then ordered the Negro to go out and marry at once in order that she might not be compromised.

 

Xxx

 

 

One day Jack Johnson (the Negro heavyweight champion) went alone into Bradcock’s (in Mexico City), a very fashionable restaurant run by an American Southerner.

 

Jack had been told that there was no color line in Mexico, but in Bradcock’s restaurant, after a long wait on his part, a waitress informed him she had orders never to serve a Negro.

 

He went over to El Globo. Two generals at once insisted on returning with him to Bradcock’s. The three of them seated themselves at a table and asked to see Bradcock personally.

 

Bradcock appeared, rubbing his hands ingratiatingly as though about to present someone with a loving-cup.

 

“What can we do for you he asked solicitously, noticing the insignia on the uniforms.

 

“We want four coffees.”

 

“Certainly, certainly.” One was never impolite to a Mexi can general. “You have another friend coming.”

 

“No,” snorted one of the generals. “We are asking you to do us the honor of taking coffee with us.” He laid his gun on the table.

 

Mr. Brad cock, proud Southerner that he was, tamely sat down.

 

Afterwards the generals called a policeman, and Bradcock was fined a hundred pesos for discrimination.

 

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—Subham–