"People are
supposed to be getting along, not ridiculing and passing judgment on each other, I do a
bit in my act about a black man I met in Chattanooga. He was a skinny little man
about 71 years old; he was my bellhop. I fell in love with the man, I thought he was
adorable."
She couldn't help
herself - she'd hug and kiss him.
"Ma'am, do
you know that I'm black?" he'd say.
"And I go,
When did this happen? Does it hurt?"
And he said,
"Sometimes... but you can't be kissing on me down here, people are going to be
talking about you!"
And I said,
"That's OK, John, I'm deaf. I'm not gonna hear a thing they say."
(May, 1995)
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