“Look how many n—-s I got on stage with me.” Hey, Mr. Davis. I asked you politely– “I got so many n—-s that a couple of ’em ain’t even n—-s.” –not to use that word. “Got a Jew. Real Jewy Jew, too. Bagelfaced motherfucker.” Offensive. “And I got two Indians. The foreign Indians, not the … Continue reading Miles Back