So a black Grandfather and his grandson are flying on a airplane across the ocean. Suddenly, the pilot comes on the intercom and says "We are losing altitude, we need to get rid of some weight. Now, the only fair way to do this is Alphabetically...so African Americans first." But the Grandfather doesn't move. Little later.."Ok, not enough, moving on to the blacks, please jump the plane." But the Grandfather still doesn't move. Then the pilot says again: "Ok I think one more group will do it, will all the colored people please go next. And the grandfather Still doesn't get up. So the Grandson says, "Grandpa, aren't we African American, Black, and Colored?"
"Why yes boy we are, but today we are niqqers because I'm not jumping before the mexicans."