When I was a child I distinctly remember seeing a nigger with its coalburner and immediately feeling uncomfortable, like something wasn't right about this. I felt revulsion and confused because it didn't make "sense" to me, this strange sight. Of course, at the time I didn't know anything about romantic relationships, much less sex, but seeing them hold hands just screamed wrong.

Spent my teens getting this "beaten out of me" so to speak, via public education indoctrination. Recovered a few years after I left high school, thank goodness for that. I got on facebook a while back and looked up some of the coalburners I went to school with -- every single one of them is a single mother to a halfbreed shitlet, living paycheck to paycheck at some shit job (while going to night school to get their dentistry creds or whatever). Every single one still burns coal.