There is a seafood restaurant some distance from me that has a storied past. The older generation always used to mention it as having had the best seafood in the state since the 1920s. I'd always heard them talk about it in those misty, nostalgic tones. Well, I took a drive recently to that area and thought I'd check the place out. I entered their huge dining room and the clientele was at least 30% nigger, eating their fried clams and fried fish plates and fried onion rings and french fries, all of them talking at once with their mouths full. Despite the aura of feeding time at the zoo, I still wanted to sample the food, so I got a booth near the window as far from the niggers as possible. Yes, the food was excellent, but I don't think I'll go back to the place. I'm sure, in my parents' day, the only niggers in the place, if any, were busing tables and saying "Yassuh".
Change is not always progress.