A famous black leader told me how he and his young adult peers would rifle through the obituary section in the white papers and gleefully proclaim “another cracker gone.” I heard churchgoing folk who love the Lord sanctify their rage with holy profanity at your barbarous mistreatment or murder of us. “Goddamned crackas. Motherfucking honkeyass ofays. Fuck all of them redneck peckerwoods.”
