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The school I attended had a sprawling campus. The library was centrally located. In the 6th grade we would have library time twice a month. Both 6th grade classes would line up in alphabetical order and walk to the library. The class I was in went first, it was comprised of the academically gifted. The other class was mostly niggers. Much to their chagrin my name was alphabetically early and I was able to snag the singular issue of The National Geographic. We sat at round tables of 5 seats and of course we self segregated by race and gender. I was rarely dissapointed by my choice, during that period the National Geographic had photographers on retainer in Africa and there were often pictures of old nigresses sitting in the dirt. Chalky, Dusty, and dirty with what few teeth they processed, masticating roots or other things while their naked tits dangled to their waist. Delighted I would hold up the magazine and display it to the niggers while exclaiming "Hey Tyrone, why don't you get your momma out the damn yard." Or " Is this your grandma making lunch, why don't you put a shirt on her?" This would trigger the niggers to the point that they would start chimping out loud enough to draw the ire of the white librarian. I would continue to show them the remaining pictures of the dusty naked Africans doing stupid shit which infuriated them. Just showing them pictures of the primates while we laughed as quietly as we could was more amusing than a trip to the zoo.