Fried Chicken, the KKK, and Dick Gregory
Last time I was down South I walked into this restaurant, and this white waitress came up to me and said, 'We don't serve colored people here.
I said, 'That's all right, I don't eat colored people. Bring me a whole fried chicken.'
About that time these three cousins come in, you know the ones I mean, Ku, Klux, and Klan, and they say, “Boy we're givin' you fair warnin' ...Anything you do to that chicken, we're gonna do to you.' About that time, the waitress brought me my chicken. 'Remember, boy, anything you do to that chicken, we're gonna do to you.' So I put down my knife and fork, and I picked up that chicken, and I kissed it.
Dick Gregory