http://dailycensored.com/2011/01/09/the-censorship-of-mark-twain/
I'm going out to buy the original Uncle Remus/Song of the South, (not a racist word in it - just endearments and historical statements of the time) and my beloved Little Black Sambo (who was, in the original, an east Indian because as you know, tigers live in India), and read them all to my grandchildren.
Then I'm going to tell them about my father's black friend who loved porgies, Caledonia. And my aunt's housekeeper/nanny, Jane Smith, God Bless Her in Heaven, for she's still looking down on us and we talk about her all the time - and how we miss our dear Jane. And my black friends from high school who didn't depend on public assistance and became successful in their chosen fields - like Clara and her great parents and Forest and Harrison. I had a black farrier who was an expert at what he did, and he saved one of my driving ponies and for that I am ever thankful, and my artist friend from here, Ricky Steele, and how I admire them all!
For every writer who ever wrote an expletive, a four letter word, a "racist" word when it fit -
How do you like this?
This is the memory hole in the works for our future. Straight out of 1984, which is so painful to read, I keep putting it down. Because, dammit to hell, it's here. Now.
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