The President's Analyst1967

Don Masters, CEA Agent:
I was five. And I knew there were colored people and white people. But then Mama took me to school, and it was almost all white kids. And nothing much happened on the first day. But on the second day, I was walking to school alone - my big brother, he was already in the third grade, and when you got a kid brother in kindergarten it can be kind of an embarrassment. So he ran on ahead to be with his buddies. Anyhow, there was a group of white kids on the street up ahead, and as I came up they started laughing and running and yelling, "Run! Run! Here comes the n*gger! Run, run!" [softly:] Here comes the n*gger. And I looked around, and I didn't see any n*ggers. But if they wanted to play, so did I. So I started laughing and running and yelling, "Run, run! Here comes the n*gger!" [Whispered:] Run, run. Here comes the n*gger. Suddenly there was my big brother. And I ran up to him, and I started yelling, "Run, run, here comes the n*gger!" And he hit me. Then he did something worse - he told me what a n*gger was.