Arthur and others in the department who had shared these thoughts were essentially saying I would not be able to successfully communicate with these Klansmen over the phone. Being a black man, I would ultimately “shuck and jive” during my conversation, thereby giving away that I was in fact a “black” man; I would, in essence, somehow give in to the urge to say “fuck” and “motherfucker,” and any Klansman I might be speaking with would immediately know he was talking to a “black” man. Just ridiculous, and in its own way, hilarious at the same time in its absurdity.
