On a BA flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged,
well-off white South African Lady has found herself
sitting next to a black man. She called the cabin crew
attendant over to complain about her seating.
"What seems to be the problem Madam?" asked the
attendant.
"Can't you see?" she said, " You've sat me next to a kafir.
I can't possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find
me another seat!"
"Please calm down, Madam." the stewardess replied.
"The flight is very full today, but I'll tell you what I'll do -
I'll go and check to see if we have any seats available
in club or first class."
The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black
man beside her (not to mention many of the surrounding
passengers).
A few minutes later the stewardess returns with the good
news, which she delivers to the lady, who cannot help but
look at the people around her with a smug and
self-satisfied grin:
" Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full.
I've spoken to the cabin services director, and club is also full.
However, we do have one seat in first class."
Before the lady has a chance to answer, the stewardess
continues...
"It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade,
however, and I have had to get special permission from the
captain. But, given the circumstances, the captain felt that it
was outrageous that someone should be forced to sit next
such an obnoxious person."
Having said that, the stewardess turned to the black man
sitting next to the lady, and said:
"So if you'd like to get your things, sir, I have your seat
ready for you..."
At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers
stood and gave a standing ovation while the black man
walked up to the front of the plane...
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"Colored?"
(*If anybody knows copyright of this poem,
please let me know. I'll be happy to print it.)
When I was born, I was black.
When I grew up, I was black.
When I am sick, I am black.
When I go out in the sun, I am black.
When I am cold, I am black.
When I die, I will be black.
But you... when you are born, your are pink.
When you grow up, you are white.
When you are sick, you are green.
When you go out in the sun, you turn red.
When you are cold, you turn blue.
When you die, you turn purple.
And you have the nerve to call me colored?