Keyamsha and the Awakening of Richard Pryor

One thing I got out of it was magic, I’d like to share with you. I was leaving and I was sittin’ in the hotel and a voice said to me it said, “Look around. What do you see?” And I said, “I see all colors of people doing everything.” The voice said, “Do you see any niggas?” I said, “No.” It said, “You know why? Cause there aren’t any.”

It hit me like a shot. I started crying and shit. I said, “I’ve been here three weeks, I haven’t even said it. I haven’t even thought it.” It made me say, “Oh my God, I been wrong. I been wrong. I got to regroup my shit.” I said, I ain’t gonna never call another Black Man nigga.”

‘You know ’cause we never was no niggas. That’s a word used to describe our own wretchedness. We perpetuate it now, cause its dead. That word’s dead we men and women. We come from the first people on the earth. You know? The first people on the earth were Black People!!!

Cause anthropologists, “white” anthropologists. (Some of the white people go, “That could be true you know.”) Dr. Leakey and them found people remains 5 million years ago in Africa. You know them motherfuckahs didn’t speak French.

So Black people, we the first people who had thought. We were the first ones to say, “Where the fuck am I? And how do you get to Detroit?”

So you can take it for what it’s worth. I know like, I’m not trying to preach or nothing to nobody, I’m just talking about my feelings about it. I don’t want those hip, white people coming up to me calling me nigga or telling me nigga jokes. I don’t like it.

I’m just telling you its uncomfortable to me. I don’t like it when Black People say it to me. I really don’t no more, its nothin. It don’t mean nothing. So I love ya’ll and you can take that witcha.