This one's for everybody at Lem's - Trooper, Cody, Shouting Thomas, etc. - who love to deny they've hidden their sheets, while still talking that KKK shit. They know I'm just making shit up because - let's face it - we black people just love to lie on whitey:

"A suburban Detroit police officer admitted he asked a mentally ill black man to sing and dance and video recorded the incident.

Videos and photos with degrading portrayals of black men were submitted earlier this month to the blog, Motor City Muckraker, purportedly from officers who disseminated them to friends and colleagues in the upper class, majority-white Michigan suburb of Grosse Pointe Park. One video portrayed a voice alleged to be an officer asking black men to do humiliating tasks, including “dance like a chimp.” In another incident, an officer allegedly texted a photo of a black man in the back of his trailer with the text, “Gotta love the coloreds.” The journalist, Steve Neavling, told the Huffington Post that he has more than a dozen videos shot by officers, but has not shared most of them because of their “humiliating nature.”

Why not show 'em? Is a "upper class, majority-white" audience too sensitive to know the truth, of who they are, and what they contribute to and support? We are talking about "officers" - plural - making and sending these to "friends and colleagues":

 I mean, every one of us "coloreds" the overseers "shoot" eventually becomes known to blacks.

Because they've, always, been our real family and friends.

Maybe whites still don't think blacks form families (not like they do anyway) because I never understand how anybody white can miss that obvious connection.

Oh wait - yes I can - I just remembered:

Whites tell themselves being black is like being gay,...

When the appointed registrar comes back in the room, he greets us with a pitiful shake of the head. “Oh no, you really missed all the good stuff,” he says. Ross and I look at each other. The “good stuff” is pretty famous, though we will all not refer to it directly for the next couple of days. The good stuff, according to Raëlian infidels, is not so much what you might call a “seminar” as what you might call “an orgy.” Stories abound of people getting naked in the seminars, massaging their genitals until they come, while onlookers try to pretend they aren’t onlooking. The “good stuff” allegedly means dressing up as the opposite sex (not the opposite sex from the one you were born with, which would be too banal a request, but opposite the one you go by in your everyday life, so for the trans-folks, it’s back to the identity you spent most of your life sloughing off, I suppose)—dressing up as the opposite sex and having a dance. Yes, a dance, the prom kind. Rumor has it these dances typically lead to everyone, save the minors, sleeping around. When Ross and I ask about the dances in our meetings, they all gaze at each other secretively and longingly. There were many times when I wanted to ask, “Should I leave you alone?”

Leah Remini, a former cultist (yes!) on Dancing With The Stars - I honestly thought I may never see such a thing:

But then, so did Scientology,...