ITT I will be posting some of my favorite excerpts from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain, or as I like to call it, Huckleberry Fun, because it's so much fun.It's from the Chapter titled, MISTO BRADISH'S NIGGER.>“Yes. You know that one-laigged NIGGER dat b’longs to old Misto Bradish? Well, he sot up a bank, en say anybody dat put in a dollar would git fo’ dollars mo’ at de en’ er de year. Well, all de NIGGERS went in, but dey didn’t have much. I wuz de on’y one dat had much. So I stuck out for mo’ dan fo’ dollars, en I said ’f I didn’ git it I’d start a bank mysef. Well, o’ course dat NIGGER want’ to keep me out er de business, bekase he says dey warn’t business ’nough for two banks, so he say I could put in my five dollars en he pay me thirty-five at de en’ er de year.>“So I done it. Den I reck’n’d I’d inves’ de thirty-five dollars right off en keep things a-movin’. Dey wuz a NIGGER name’ Bob, dat had ketched a wood-flat, en his marster didn’ know it; en I bought it off’n him en told him to take de thirty-five dollars when de en’ er de year come; but somebody stole de wood-flat dat night, en nex day de one-laigged NIGGER say de bank’s busted. So dey didn’ none uv us git no money.”>“What did you do with the ten cents, Jim?”>“Well, I ’uz gwyne to spen’ it, but I had a dream, en de dream tole me to give it to a NIGGER name’ Balum—Balum’s Ass dey call him for short; he’s one er dem chuckleheads, you know. But he’s lucky, dey say, en I see I warn’t lucky. De dream say let Balum inves’ de ten cents en he’d make a raise for me. Well, Balum he tuck de money, en when he wuz in church he hear de preacher say dat whoever give to de po’ len’ to de Lord, en boun’ to git his money back a hund’d times. So Balum he tuck en give de ten cents to de po’, en laid low to see what wuz gwyne to come of it.”>“Well, what did come of it, Jim?”>“Nuffn never come of it. I couldn’ manage to k’leck dat money no way; en Balum he couldn’. I ain’ gwyne to len’ no mo’ money ’dout I see de security. Boun’ to git yo’ money back a hund’d times, de preacher says! Ef I could git de ten cents back, I’d call it squah, en be glad er de chanst.”>“Well, it’s all right anyway, Jim, long as you’re going to be rich again some time or other.”>“Yes; en I’s rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en I’s wuth eight hund’d dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn’ want no mo’.”What I specifically like about this chapter is the word NIGGER, and how NIGGERS are depicted, which is why I've chosen to capitalize the spelling of each occurrence, to draw attention to the matter.Sum anons, dey be gettin' banned for de sayn o de werd NIGGER I's be seein' in de other threads, en dat ain't very lit'rat'choor o de aynoos toungin' jannies, I's be gots aroun to be thinkin.
Why hello, anon. This is a very good thread. Allow me to post my own favorite excerpts from from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain, or as I like to call it also, Huckleberry Fun, also because it's so much fun.This next excerpt is from chapter two.>As soon as Tom was back we cut along the path, around the garden fence, and by-and-by fetched up on the steep top of the hill the other side of the house. Tom said he slipped Jim’s hat off of his head and hung it on a limb right over him, and Jim stirred a little, but he didn’t wake. Afterwards Jim said the witches bewitched him and put him in a trance, and rode him all over the State, and then set him under the trees again, and hung his hat on a limb to show who done it. And next time Jim told it he said they rode him down to New Orleans; and, after that, every time he told it he spread it more and more, till by-and-by he said they rode him all over the world, and tired him most to death, and his back was all over saddle-boils. Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he wouldn’t hardly notice the other niggers. NIGGERS would come miles to hear Jim tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any NIGGER in that country. Strange NIGGERS would stand with their mouths open and look him all over, same as if he was a wonder. NIGGERS is always talking about witches in the dark by the kitchen fire; but whenever one was talking and letting on to know all about such things, Jim would happen in and say, “Hm! What you know ’bout witches?” and that NIGGER was corked up and had to take a back seat. Jim always kept that five-center piece round his neck with a string, and said it was a charm the devil give to him with his own hands, and told him he could cure anybody with it and fetch witches whenever he wanted to just by saying something to it; but he never told what it was he said to it. NIGGERS would come from all around there and give Jim anything they had, just for a sight of that five-center piece; but they wouldn’t touch it, because the devil had had his hands on it. Jim was most ruined for a servant, because he got stuck up on account of having seen the devil and been rode by witches.What I like most about it also is the word nigger, seen here often in the plural, which is niggers.
>>25401731Ironically this short story was really about whites, specifically the richest whites.
>>25401745They had lolcows 200 years ago, Mark Twain wrote nigger stories so they would gain self-insight. Nigger stories are the American version of Aesopian fables. No wonder everyone is retarded, the word nigger is taboo, there are no stories that you can actually learn from. You can't learn anything from cape shit and gay drama
>>25401731Jim speaks in code and is actually Hucks real dad. Percival Everett already made it canon and remedied hick finn. Get with the times.
What good fun this thread is, like good fun Huckleberry Finn is—oops I mean Huckleberyy Funn!Continuing for the night,>Along during the morning I borrowed a sheet and a white shirt off of the clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in it, and we went down and got the fox-fire, and put that in too. I called it borrowing, because that was what pap always called it; but Tom said it warn’t borrowing, it was stealing. He said we was representing prisoners; and prisoners don’t care how they get a thing so they get it, and nobody don’t blame them for it, either. It ain’t no crime in a prisoner to steal the thing he needs to get away with, Tom said; it’s his right; and so, as long as we was representing a prisoner, we had a perfect right to steal anything on this place we had the least use for to get ourselves out of prison with. He said if we warn’t prisoners it would be a very different thing, and nobody but a mean, ornery person would steal when he warn’t a prisoner. So we allowed we would steal everything there was that come handy. And yet he made a mighty fuss, one day, after that, when I stole a watermelon out of the NIGGER-patch and eat it; and he made me go and give the NIGGERS a dime without telling them what it was for. Tom said that what he meant was, we could steal anything we needed. Well, I says, I needed the watermelon. But he said I didn’t need it to get out of prison with; there’s where the difference was. He said if I’d a wanted it to hide a knife in, and smuggle it to Jim to kill the seneskal with, it would a been all right. So I let it go at that, though I couldn’t see no advantage in my representing a prisoner if I got to set down and chaw over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that every time I see a chance to hog a watermelon.I know what you're thinking, this excerpt only features the word NIGGER twice, but it also mentions watermelon, the patch of which is quite humorously referred to as NIGGER-PATCH, even. HAR har har
Good morning, fellow Huckleberry Funn-havers. In today's first excerpt, we's be takin matters de way o molassees>Maybe Bill he gives him a chaw; maybe he lies and says he ain’t got none. Some of them kinds of loafers never has a cent in the world, nor a chaw of tobacco of their own. They get all their chawing by borrowing; they say to a fellow, “I wisht you’d len’ me a chaw, Jack, I jist this minute give Ben Thompson the last chaw I had”—which is a lie pretty much everytime; it don’t fool nobody but a stranger; but Jack ain’t no stranger, so he says:>“You give him a chaw, did you? So did your sister’s cat’s grandmother. You pay me back the chaws you’ve awready borry’d off’n me, Lafe Buckner, then I’ll loan you one or two ton of it, and won’t charge you no back intrust, nuther.”>“Well, I did pay you back some of it wunst.”>“Yes, you did—’bout six chaws. You borry’d store tobacker and paid back NIGGER-head.”>Store tobacco is flat black plug, but these fellows mostly chaws the natural leaf twisted. When they borrow a chaw they don’t generly cut it off with a knife, but set the plug in between their teeth, and gnaw with their teeth and tug at the plug with their hands till they get it in two; then sometimes the one that owns the tobacco looks mournful at it when it’s handed back, and says, sarcastic:>“Here, gimme the chaw, and you take the plug.”NIGGER features here but once, but in hyphenated epithet. Ain't that folksy! NIGGER be givin FUCK a run for its NIGGER-LOVIN money apropos handiness of speech. yeehaw!
bump good thread. I'm glad there's a covertly racist thread on the board at all times.
The women at the end of Tom Sawyer wanted to protect Injun Joe despite the fact that he was obviously a murderer.Wonder what Twain would think now? He obviously also hated the ignorant whites who were prejudiced against niggers.
