A Negro and a Hot-Tub, short story by former NFL pro-player and emerging novelist Andre Hardy, Sr.
Propaganda, yes, but still, I sometimes get confused. For instance, whenever I wear hoodies, I find myself suspicious of my right hand, wondering if it might steal the money from my left pocket. With that in mind, who knew what stereotype would be triggered if Tiny Hands started using foul-mouthed locker room talk?
