The "theys races" post reminded me of this:
In the 80s I was a bit wild, after all I was being "raised" by my coal burning POS mom and her pet nigger. I did the logical thing and ran away from home for a few months. After I was picked up with some friends I was sent to a juvenile facility in MD called Waxters. Waxters is of course chock full of niggers and run by niggers. I couldn't believe my bad luck, I ran away to get away from niggers/wiggers and ended up there; out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Waxters had a classroom where we took general ed classes being that we couldn't leave the grounds to attend school. Now I am reasonably intelligent but by no means a genius, except when surrounded by nigger sowlets of course. At age 14 I was light years ahead of nigger bitches who were 17 yrs old. I quickly finished all the work there was to do at my grade level and was allowed to attend art class daily. We usually attended school every other day and art on the days in between. The art teacher was human and very cool and gave me free reign to design projects and carry them out. The fact that I went every day aroused the ire of a very particularly ugly nasty pregnant 15 yr. old sow.
This nigger bitch's name escapes me, I'll call her Shaqueefah. It took a few weeks but Shaqueefah finally noticed that I was no longer lining up with the rest of the girls to attend class, and she started ooking nasty comments and referring to me as a "privileged white ho". This bitch was so nasty even the other sows hated her. She knew she could be as nasty as she wanted to because she was "with turdlet" and nobody would kick her ass. This behavior persisted and one day it culminated in her attempting to spread nasty rumors about me. Being that I looked better than she did, was white, wasn't knocked up at 14, and was obviously much more intelligent she decided to grasp at nigger straws and say that I had AIDS! One morning I was sitting in the rec room at the table with the only four other human girls and noticed a bit of graffiti on the table in Shaqueefah's paw-writing, it said "Punc rock got aids." (I was a punk rocker with a 14 inch black Mohawk) I just had to laugh. She noticed me laughing after I read it and I said very loudly to the other human girls how hilarious it was that the dumb coon couldn't even spell or construct a proper sentence. This made Shaqueefah angry. That's about it. Interestingly enough Shaqueefah did get the shit kicked out of her not too long after that by another sow who was normally level headed. The sow punched her in the face dozens of times after being pissed off by Shaqueefah, who grabbed her swollen belly and cried "my baby, my baby!!!" The funniest thing was that the she-boons who were in charge of watching us all sat there and let her get her ass kicked for a good minute before breaking it up.
I have many more coontact stories from this dark period in my life, I'll start typing them up.