Jordan Peele ensina a não confiar em anfitriões brancos em mansões coloniais

"Whitey on the Moon" is a 1970 spoken word poem by Gil Scott-Heron.

A rat done bit my sister Nell
With Whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And Whitey's on the moon

I can't pay no doctor bills
But Whitey's on the moon
Ten years from now I'll be paying still
While Whitey's on the moon

You know, the man just upped my rent last night
Cause Whitey's on the moon
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
But Whitey's on the moon

I wonder why he's uppin' me?
Cause Whitey's on the moon?
Well I was already given him fifty a week
And now Whitey's on the moon

Taxes takin' my whole damn check
The junkies make me a nervous wreck
The price of food is goin' up
And if all that crap wasn't enough
A rat done bit my sister nell
With Whitey on the moon

Her face and arms began to swell
And Whitey's on the moon

With all that money I made last year
For Whitey on the moon
How come I ain't got no money here?
Hmm, Whitey's on the moon

You know I just about had my fill
Of Whitey on the moon
I think I'll send these doctor bills
Airmail special
(To Whitey on the moon)


uma das coisas mais espetaculares desse episódio foi isso aqui sabe e eu deitei demais pra uma sequência de cena.

Desculpa me perdi aqui, ok, vamos tentar.

eu criando um medo de qualquer casa em que pessoas brancas são anfitriãs

Coitado do Tio George, pelo jeito ele era o pai do Tic