My blog about the humour

According to this blog post I have one story to tell, for which I’m not very proud of, but it has taught me a lesson about the appropriate humour.

Once, when I was a professional basketball player, on a trip to the competition, I had to share a hotel room with the African American player I played with.

So, we had different talk about our life and staff almost every night. One moment we started to talk funny stories to each other.

He told some anecdotes and I answered with the same.

My first and the last anecdote in that night sounded something like that:

In the train sitting a Nigger and a Jew.

And a Jew asks a Nigger are you a Jew?

No, I’m not. I’m Nigger!

But maybe your mother or father was a Jew?

No. I’m pure Nigger!

Ok. But maybe is there some of the Jew’s blood running in your blood?

No. I’m Nigger!!!
So, this questioning continues for a while, and the Nigger loses his mind:

Yes, Yes, I´m a Jew! Are you satisfied?

 Ok, answers a Jew. But why are you looking like a Nigger then?

It was very funny for me, but Edwards didn’t take it that way. He looked me with his big white eyes, which wanted to get out of the skull, and asked: “Do you know that you can get killed for that N word in states?” So it was my time to stare him as a lunatic. “Why” I asked. And he explained his point of view, and so did I. It didn’t matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t explain him, that the N word has no bad meaning in our culture. He just said that the white man can’t call the black man a Nigger if he wants to live. That’s that.

I was 22 at the time, and had my first lesson of different approach for humour and the treatment of definitions between different cultures.

By the way, we stayed friends.