“He wittered about our species being suited to live in extended families and tribes just like in the old days so I thought he was dead,” explained a Native American this afternoon.
Dead people can’t talk and certainly not witter.
“Dead people enter the heavenly kingdom of God and can talk and witter all they want. I thought you came from a Christian culture where the resurrection is less strange than the idea of death as the end.”
I do. Granted. But I still don’t see why you thought he was dead just because he was talking about our ability to live in extended families and why you caged him in.
“But I understand why.”
Only you understand why. You are the ethnic minority. You should know.
“My skin is brown.”
That’s my point exactly.
(Most articles on The Other Newspaper are fictitious. The purpose of The Other Newspaper is to give the public a new, disturbing and humorous reflection of the way we consume news on traditional media and posts on the social media that make the recipient question whether the world needs to change and whether one can live online.)