The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

“And lotta bad,” added Jones. “Like always.”
“Well, of course,” Gooch conceded. “But you haven’t heard
the most miraculous aspect of living in America in 2009.”
“I s’pose you gonna tell me the President is a black man,”
said Jones cynically. “Like DAT’s ever gonna happen!”
“He is a black man,” said Gooch.
Jones’ jaw dropped.
“You better not be foolin’ me!” he warned Gooch.
“I’m not,” Gooch answered. He opened his suit jacket and
pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I have his picture
right here.” He handed the picture to Jones so he could examine
it for himself.
“Obama,” said Jones, reading the man’s name. “That ain’t
no black name! Dat’s a African name!”
“Well, where do you think we came from?” Gooch said,
beginning to get testy.
Once Jones finished reading the pocket biography of the
“black” President which Gooch had given him, he threw it on
the ground in a rage. This was not the reaction that Gooch
had wanted to see. Nor was he expecting the vicious glint
that emerged in Jones’ eyes as he stalked back towards him.
“You be foolin’ me, man!” shouted Jones. “That man ain’t no
black president!”
“But he is, I assure you!” Gooch said, backing up towards
the window at the far end of the room. “He was born and
raised in Hawaii….”
“That ain’t no part of America!”
“He went to Harvard, and he lived and worked in inner
city Chicago….”
“Dat don’t make no difference! I tol’ you, he ain’t no black
man! His pop is African, and his maw is white! White, man!
Where I come from, there ain’t no damn fool nigger who’d
even try to make it with a white woman! No nigger wants
a date with the hemp hangman for that one, man! You ain’t
from no 2009- you a con man from right here in 1955! ‘Cause
dere ain’t no country outside of Africa dat would elect a black
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