Attention NIU students, I’m black. That means if you turn your back on me I’ll stab you or at least steal your money. It also means that I run fast and jump high. I love to eat chicken, and watermelon is my favorite. I’m not particularly smart, but I get by (mainly because of insignificant programs such as affirmative action). I sing well and sure as hell can dance.

I’m black. Or maybe I’m African American, whichever you prefer. Don’t call me nigger though or be prepared for a fight. I’m basically not violent (even though I was raised in the jungle). Okay I wasn’t really raised in the jungle but it’s in the blood, right. I have big lips, among other things, and my race is second in reproduction only to Hispanics (in the U.S.).

I guess overall I ain’t really learned the English language too well but ask me to speak Zulu and watch me run with it. In the long run I have the last laugh and I end this soliloquy of literature by stating a poem:

Watermelon, Cadillac, barbecue car.

We ain’t as dumb as you think we is.

Terrance Dillard

Junior

Political Science/Public Law