I DON'T EAT NEGROES

Dick Gregory tells the story of a black man who, back in the 60s, walked into a restaurant in Mississippi. He sat down, studied the menu and ordered the fried chicken. A couple of local good-ole-boys started giving him a hard time. The first redneck yelled across the room, "Hey, boy, we don't serve Negroes here." The man smiled politely and said, "That's all right, I don't eat Negroes anywhere."

When the waitress finally brought the chicken, the second bigot sauntered over and, in a menacing manner, said, "I'm warning you, boy; whatever you do to that chicken, we're gonna do to you." The black man paused, thought it over for a second and put down his knife and fork. "Y'all line up," he said. Then he kissed the chicken.

Source: [3] 3] Homiletics, ©Communication Resources 2005

From Russell Brownworth's Sermon "Righteousness and Peace Have Kissed"