Skip to my Lou
In first grade, my music teacher was Mr. Clayton.
A Martin Luthern King antisegregationist Black man, he taught us not only to clap on the off-beat (to this day I will sit in an all-white crowd and clap against them), but he also taught us to change the words to "Skip to my Lou:"
Lost my partner, what'll I do . . .
I'll get another one just-as-good-as you
Because no one, he said, is better than anyone else.
I've got news for you, Mr. Clayton. You are better than all of these assholes put together.
*later edit: it was this story that got me riled.
You'd think a Rizoli (that don't sound like Cherokee to me, buddy) would know that the origin of the epithet "wop" is "With Out Papers."