your first coontact

[BigCat]

Do you remember it?

Not seeing Bill Cosby on tv, but a real face-to-face coontact with the nigger beast.

I was about five years old when my dad, who worked for the railroad, brought this huge buck named Ike to our house to break up some concrete on our sidewalk.

Ike looked huge to me, but I was just a little kid.

Ike had a sledgehammer, so my first face-to-face coontact was with a big buck nigger holding a sledgehammer.

After Ike left, I asked my dad why Ike doesn't live around here.

To which my dad replied, "Son, he's a nigger. niggers don't live around here."

I think that's where it all began...

[Machine]

I was in Pre school. I was so amazed and shocked. I never knew niggers existed.I grew up in a predominately White and Hispanic area.I remember going to my grandpa after pre school and saying "There is this kid that is really really dark like your old records." My mom and grandpa looked at each other with a smirk.My grandpa said with a laugh smirk "He is a black.Dont bother with him."

[geecheeslapper]

I grew up in a family owned business in the south and grew up "working" alongside niggers. At least I was working, the niggers would find more ways to slack off than there were nits on their heads. I bet if I had had a bunch of Mexicans there would have been way more work done.
I learned very early on that the nigger was a liar, a cheat, a base animal that would use every attempt to try to jive you into thinking it's way.
I believe my Dad did me a service by letting me see firsthand how the nigger is.

[Slavemaster]

That would be when I was a little kid with my dad, driving down the road, and the City Farm (aka criminal) nigger chain gang was on the side of the road, dressed in prison orange and picking up trash. That's when I looked at my dad and was about to ask, you know, WTF, and he just muttered under his breath....fucking niggers.

And a niggermaniac was born.

[Hangemhigh]

I was 6 at the time. I was behind my school and a nigger on a bike who looked about 18 came up to me and started calling me names and threatened to kill me. I went home and thought "what kind of animal would threaten to kill a little kid?". I soon learned the answer to my question. The answer is niggers.

[AtlantaWhiteGuy]

I am told by my mother and my older sister, that when I was about three years old, I was napping face-down on a blanket on the living room floor, and the front door was open but the screen door was closed. They say I raised up, shouted out "Nigguh!!!" real loud, and went back to sleep. My sister said she went to the window and saw a huge blue black shirtless buck walking down the sidewalk (looking very out of place, as this was, at the time, an all-white neighborhood) - to this day they wonder how I knew to identify him correctly, how I learned the word, and why I shouted it with such enthusiasm. Niggermania!!! Yeah!!!

[Raidenx348]

My father tried and tried to be a liberal man in this world. Then I went to a niggerfuxated elementary school in Philadelphia.

[Bas Connery]

My first coontact was when I started school...here's the kicker...

We had a neighbor that complained that the bus was too crowded ...so she complained to the school board...They fixed her alright...(fixed US)...they re-routed the "bl@ck" bus to our neighborhood...so every morning was a sight to see with stained nigger lips with the breakfast food of champion niggers...koolaid and potato chips...stuck on all the niglettes faces. The stink from hell...and in the afternoon...it triggered asthma in me the smell of these foul beasts were so strong.

[Buckwheat]

My first coontact was in kindergarten, back in the early '70s. We had an all-human class, then one day a new (nigger) kid shows up. Well, it was story time, and all the kids had to sit on the floor in front of the teacher. Nigger kid refused to sit down and just kept playing in the sand box (wish we could bury him there like a cat turd). Teacher asks him to sit down, chimpout ensues. I had never up to that point, seen anything like it - all the other kids are more or less behaved, nigglet starts running around screaming, then drops to the floor face down, arms and legs flailing in rage. I thought to myself, he reminded me of a monkey (sorry to insult monkies like that)....That was my first experience with a nigger in the classroom, and I'll never forget it.

[Flattened Sprog]

Early grade school. A handful of niggers were brought in from the city, one of those feel good "help the disadvantaged/orphan keeyuds to get a good education" type of things and every single nigger would start trouble in classes, on the bus and things like that. Too many instances to list all the details, but it was all classic TNB/chimp out nigger nonsense. Crying, carrying on, ooking, punching, slapping...the usual.

A few parents filed grievance, but they'd get the same run around due to the teachers would automatically roll into their programmed nigger defense or say they would do something about it, but never would. That was in the early 80's.