Summary of Dick Gregory & Robert Lipsyte's Nigger

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#1 I loved walking home on Christmas Eve after a long day of shining shoes and going to the store for the neighbors. I was so happy to be home, and I was excited to give my parents their new Christmas tree.

#2 I loved that wallet. I filled out the address card, and then I put my dollars in it, just like men do. I went out that night and handed the conductor a dollar. I was so excited that I didn’t eat dinner.

#3 I wanted to tell my mother that I was at Doctor Jackson’s house, and that he liked me. I told her that he would help me learn to read, and that when it got too cold to study in my house, I could come by his house. But that wasn’t true. I played all day in a vacant lot.

#4 I was ten years old when I got kicked in the face. It was Saturday afternoon, my big hustling day. I was shining this white woman’s shoes when a man jumped off his bar stool and called me a nigger bastard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822522602

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Insights on Dick Gregory & Robert Lipsyte's Nigger

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I loved walking home on Christmas Eve after a long day of shining shoes and going to the store for the neighbors. I was so happy to be home, and I was excited to give my parents their new Christmas tree.

#2

I loved that wallet. I filled out the address card, and then I put my dollars in it, just like men do. I went out that night and handed the conductor a dollar. I was so excited that I didn’t eat dinner.

#3

I wanted to tell my mother that I was at Doctor Jackson’s house, and that he liked me. I told her that he would help me learn to read, and that when it got too cold to study in my house, I could come by his house. But that wasn’t true. I played all day in a vacant lot.

#4

I was ten years old when I got kicked in the face. It was Saturday afternoon, my big hustling day. I was shining this white woman’s shoes when a man jumped off his bar stool and called me a nigger bastard.

#5

I would spend time at the taverns, where I would get kicked and spat on, but every so often someone would rub my head and call me son. I would help the little girl who used to wave to me when I cut through the alley to get onto Taylor Avenue, and she would bring me food.

#6

I loved the firemen in St. Louis, who would rush out to save