Brat 2

Got married, then got divorced.

I worked for an escort
service in New York. I was a call girl.

Then coke, crack.

I went to Chicago with one
fattie. He dumped me.

Then I got mixed up with
that black jerk.

Oh, one shouldn’t speak
ill of the dead.

Anyway, it’s all boring
and dull.

You know it was 1 984
when I last sat at the campfire.

We went camping at
Glukhoe Lake…

Come home with us.
It’s OK there.

- And what will I do there?
- What are you doing here?

I like it here. America is the world’s
driving power!

- What is its power, brother?
- It’s the money, brother.

Money rules the world. Whoever
has the most is the strongest.

Suppose, you’ve got a lot of money.
What would you do?

- I’d buy everyone.
- Even me?

What does he want?
Some crawfish?

What do you want?

Dirt. He says the food’s dirty.

Crawfish eat the dirt.
We shouldn’t eat them.

What? Dirt?

Look at you Black scum.

You need a good scrub! Get lost!

Leave him. Negro, go, go!

Who are you calling Negro?
I’ll show you a real Negro.

- You shouldn’t call him a Negro.
- And who is he?

- He’s an Afro-American.
- What’s the difference?

Nigger sounds offensive to them.

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