(critique of a literary article)
So earlier today some liberal tree-hugger sent me some letter that this black woman wrote to some Native American shaman or something. It was pretty well-written, I guess, but there wasn't much substance. I remember reading it while sipping my Freedom Tea™ and looking over this plantation i was visiting. It was pretty self-absorbed, and honestly I'm pretty sure it was some sort of fantasy-fiction story about an alternate universe where black people were actually people. Anyway, it was implying the ungodly notion that people should respect black people?? and black women?? Well, that's just preposterous, and I was telling my housemaid about it. She agreed of course, or else she would have been flayed. Anyway, as I continued watching my housemaid, I began to wonder if she could be this.. Phillis Wheatfield? Wheatharvest? Whatever. I mean, who knows, she might know how to read. It's doubtful, but possible.
In any case, I have an opening for a new housemaid. If anyone has a spare one, hit me up!
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