Last time I was down South I walked into this restaurant, and this white waitress came up to me and said: ‘We don’t serve colored people here.’ “I said: ’that’s all right, I don’t eat colored people. Bring me a whole fried chicken.
Momma, a welfare cheater. A criminal who couldn’t stand to se her kids go hungry, or grow up in slumbs and end up mugging people in dar corners. I guess the system didn’t want her to get off relief, the way it kept sending social workers around to be sure Momma wasn’t trying to make things better.
The most difficult thing to get people to do is to accept the obvious.
One of the things I keep learning is that the secret of being happy is doing things for other people.