This seems more Mel Brooks' level:



We had a Jamaican guy from Queens, NY in my platoon at Stewart; 11B assigned to the Scouts, later was selected for the sniper team we had attached to us. Great guy. His nickname was "bumboclaat". A typical exchange would go something like:

Jamaican: Hey you cracker ass faggots, my wife is cooking jerked pork this weekend, you wanna come over?
Us: Hell yeah. Should we bring watermelon too?
Jamaican: Only if you want my cousin to love you.
Us: The pretty one?


I wonder why we all, including him, were able to get away with it. The only answer I can come up with is that at the end of the day it was a tight platoon. Lives were on the line and ultimately we all suffered together. That's what bonds people, even from disparate backgrounds. America has no real conjoined suffering. There is no compassion (literally, to suffer with). I don't believe that is accidental, but part of a social construct to further solidify the socioeconomic policies segregation encouraged by liberal programs. These incentivize the continuation of a poverty cycle, and where poverty cannot be blamed, manufactured problems arise. The black community, at least the portion thrust in front of our faces by the left, has not suffered with their fellow citizens by a liberal design. One cannot provide a solution to a chaos they created, if the chaos is not able to take hold. The fastest solution to race relations is quite simply for the narrative to be ripped from the liberals' hands and to allow a true suffering of life together. A fraternal bond cannot be forged in a cold furnace.

Dr. Walter E. Williams touches on that here:
http://www.dentonrc.com/opinion/colu...for-blacks.ece