Old enough to start understanding what the world was all about, a young niglet observes that there just might be more advantages to being a white person than in being a nigger and he ponders how he might change his situation for the better.
Then, one day he gets a bright idea and he sneaks over to the next door neighbors, steals some white paint and brushes from the shed in their backyard, and paints himself white all over.
Pleased with his handiwork, the young niglet rushes home to show his mammy sheboon who, for some reason inexplicable to him, is not at all pleased. The sheboon chimps out and royally paddles his ass before frog marching him out to the front stoop to where her current live-in buck was, selling nickle bags of crack to teenagers, so he could see the little paint covered niglet too.
The live-in buck sees him, again bollixes his ears for him, and kicks him out of the house with the admonition not to return until he “gits dat paints and sheeit washed off.”
Dejected, the young niglet wanders off and sits down on the curb to contemplate what just happened. Soon thereafter, one of his niglet buddies comes bopping down the street, sees him, and axs, “wha's wrong wiz chu, man?”
“Well,” replied the sad little niglet, “it boils down to this: I've only been white for about half an hour now, and already I'm starting to hate all you fucking niggers.”