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The time of Apartheid. South Africa. SA Airlines plane takes off. But it flies heavily, touching the tops of the trees.
Intercom turns on. Passengers hear the voice: “This is commander speaking. We have some problems. We can’t get above the clouds. We’ll have to get rid of some luggage”.
Luggage section opens and people see their stuff flying out of the plane.
The plane keeps flying the same way. Intercom again: “This is captain. We have some problems. We’ll have to get rid of some fuel”.
The fuel comes out.
The plane experiences no change.
Intercom again: “This is again captain speaking. We STILL have some problems. We’ll have to get rid of some passengers. As far as we are a democratic country, we’ll start in alphabetical order.
- Are there any Africans on board?
- Silence.
- Are there any Black people on board?
- No answer.
- Are there any Colored on board?
- No answer again.
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There’s a black old man with his grandson on the back row. The grandson asks: “Grandpa, we are Africans, we are Black and we are Colored. Why don’t we move?” The old man answers: “ Don’t worry, sonny, for this purpose we are Zulus!”
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