Category: John Howard Griffin

I learned a strange thing… that in a jumble of unintelligible talk, the word “nigger” leaps out with electric clarity. You always hear it and it always stings. And always it casts the person using it into a category of brute ignorance. I thought with some amusement that if these two women only knew what they were revealing about themselves to every Negro on that bus, they would have been outraged.