your first coontact

[Dr. Spook]

When I was about 3 I had a cousin who would teach me all the things my parents didnt want me to learn. He taught me about nigger catch phrases and slang terms for niggers. So one day my parents brought me to KMart and a buck and his overweight sheboon walk by and I point at them and shouted "Jo mama, Jo mama".....we still get a good laugh out of that sometimes.

[Goodbye Mr. Chimps]

My folks made sure I was kept clear of niggers when I was very little. Niggers getting too close was a general no-no.

I think my first vivid memory was when I was in 1st grade. There was this bushy-headed nigger dumbass by the name of Lester (Lestah) who for some reason felt that he should carry lunch money around in his mouth everywhere he went like some sort of African pocket gopher - no bills, just change. Pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters. He would sit in class working all that around in his mouth like he was chewing gum or something. This was during the first week of school, and the teacher kept catching him and making him spit it all out, but he got sneakier at hiding it from the teacher and kept on doing it. Well, sure enough early one morning right in the middle of class, Lestah goes to choking, spilling change out all over the floor, going limp and turning all sorts of colors. The teacher grabs him, yells out the door to the teacher across the hall who comes running in. They both then grab Lestah on either side and flip him upside-down like they were going to do a wrestling pile-driver move, shaking the crap out of him in the process. Finally a nickel flops out onto the floor, and Lestah recovers. The teacher was mad as hell, griped Lestah out up one side and down the other, said that she would inform Lestah's mammy (which she did) and get that shit stopped one way or another. How ever that worked, Lestah never did that again. And I made a mental note never to ask Lestah for any change

[nigletfreezone]

mine was as a little kid in the mid to late 70's, before i started going to . i noticed the people that lived next to my grandparents had one tore up ass house, while every oother house in the neighborhood was nice and well maintained. i heard my grandmother tell my mom the husband sat on his butt all day and still didnt work on the house, and the kids were delinquents by the time they were 9. all i ever saw was the white woman that came out and went to work every day of the week. one day i finally saw a midnight black buck come out, with a bottle in a brown paper bag. i asked my grandma why he didnt work, she just said "niggers don't work honey"

[Groidmaster]

I have to tell you, my first nigger experience wasn't too bad. In the late 1970's niggers moved into the house across the street from us. THIS WAS UNHEARD OF in a neighborhood like we were living in. In order to keep us in that neighborhood, my Dad worked three jobs at times to keep us in that house.

The negro father worked like no nigger I've ever seen. His son came over to our house many times when we were growing up. To us, he was just another kid. My parents, especially my dad, couldn't stand niggers, but these niggers actually knew they were living amongst YT and actually behaved. They were the ONLY nigs living in the neighborhood.

Well eventually the parents got divorced and the mammy moved away with the kids. I think the nig-dad beat the mom and kids fairly regularly. But that nigger still lives across the street from my parents. He still mows his lawn, takes care of his house. Two of his kids moved back in with him I guess they are in their 30's now. This is where I warned my parents...the younger generation of niggers don't behave ...they aren't trained. However...nothing bad has happened yet. Dad gets it...Mom is a little slower to grasp the reality.

Part of the reason I was so slow to realize niggers are what they are is because my first real experiences with them were this nigger across the street wanting to actually beat the nigger out of his own children. I know how rare this really is...and I'm thankful now that we weren't victims.

After all the bad experiences I've had with niggers, I'm glad my first experiences didn't end in tragedy.

[Nigra]

In grade school I befriended many kids at one time or another. A Japanese kid for instance. I went to his house after school and had to take my shoes off to enter. They were very good people, with an immaculate home. An Italian kid whose mother fed us sausage for a snack. Also a beautiful home. A Mexican kid whose mother fed us bologna sandwiches..clean as the day is long. A negroid kid whose mother was apparently unaware we existed when we entered the apartment. The little sister niglett was sitting in it's own filth and had crust of food on it's face. The kitchen table was caked with peanut butter and jelly that looked as though it had been there for weeks. I stood transfixed at this filth and had never in my young life seen anything like it. I liked the kid OK and was speechless. I left and never returned.

[Nigonometry]

I actually don't remember mine. But my mom told me about my older sister's first ever coontact. She was 3 so this was about 1978. They were grocery shopping and my sister sees this coal black buck with a huge afro walking down the isle. Then she grabs onto my mom and started yelling "Monster! Monster!"

I love bringing that story up to her every now and then since she is a big time liberal.

[rodrik]

i had seen niggers,but never spoke to it or interacted with any before i started gradeschool. my parents being genuine south missouri hillbillys had to sit me down and tell me that i could not call them niggers ,or spooks, or coons.and that lasted all of the first week of school.when i came home and told them about a set of nigger twins, named sylvester and queenester.my dad rolled and said "just like a nigger" they never told me what to call them,from then on.

[Horatius]

My first real coontact was in high school back in 1973.My hometown was all white until some dumbass do gooders at the local Lutheran university imported two famblies of niggers.There were a couple of teenape bucks.
One of them was named Melvin.He was always clowning for de White Folks!
He'd roll his eyes, smack his lips and ook ook at the drop of a hat.We'd never seen niggers up close before so my classmates and I were fascinated by this nigger.All the school girls thought Melvin was "cute "and they made a pet of him.This was back in the good old days so, there was no thought of coalburning on those silly girls' minds.Melvin was just an exotic animal to them.

A more sinister nigger buck had the last name of Cotton!! I thought that was pretty ironic.He was a Huggy Bear nigger,complete with huge platform shoes,cane and big hat.That hat was hideous.It was niggergreen with yellow feathers around the brim.The daughter of a local Jewish doctor(not a judgment,just a description)took up with that nigger.I guess she wanted to show her progressiveness and lack of prejudice by coalburning.

I graduated that year and left my hometown to work at the steel mills in Gary,IN.

That was when my education in TNB began in earnest.

[dalabast]

i had to think about it for a while. my first coontact was in 1986 in the 5th grade., before that my parents had me in a private school, but in 86 i transfered to a public school for the first time. i remember it because that was when the challenger blew up. I experienced my first chimpout, we had one black kid in the class that liked to draw transformers type robots.
one day he showed me a drawing of a school bus that turned into a robot, that he named busin'jer he asked me my opinion of the character. the drawing was nice, but i felt at the time being 11 years old that a robot bus was lame. well he chimped out, took a while for the teacher to control him.

since we all know how public school works i grew up around this buck until high school. and watched him turn into a graffiti spraying gold tooth buck who eventually was shot dead in the high school parking lot in a crack deal gone right .

now thinking about it more, i actually have a ton of stories from junior high school where niggers were insane...

[AntiNigWhiteBro]

Believe it or not, I had no coontacts until high school-- at least I don't recall any.

High school wasn't bad. There were only about a half-dozen coons and they kept to themselves.

My niggerhate didn't really kick in until I started working-- and saw the nigger in "action"-- or lack of action would be better. Rarely did a lick of work-- but ALWAYS found time to extend the lunch hour and try to borrow money the day before pay day.