Niggity performs his daily task. One can say that he was born for it. A true natural talent.
While niggity is picking cotton, he thinks to himself. If we are freed, will we become like the other peoples. Centuries later niggity's bloodline still lives on. In one of Detroit's infamous ghettos live the great grand children of niggity.
They have joined the history raiders club. The club members all hail from the african american community. They like to take other peoples history and claim it for themselves. As they have forgotten their own legacy.
While the club's members steal history foolishly, they attack other peoples for using the term. Ironically the great grand children of niggity, use the word on a daily basis and throw tantrums when non african Americans use the very same word.
Upon seeing of what the african American community has become he turns around in his grave, and curses his peoples. For they cannot live an respectable existence. They deserve nothing more than to be under the rule of other respectable peoples.