So, this is my entry to Secrets4theunderground's challenge: Nigga Moments. I duly hope I can finish it in time.

This is also my first boondocks story, I hope it'll go well. Because if it don't, Escobar will probably bust a cap in my ass.

And no, I don't own 'The boondocks' or it's characters. But you know who does? The corporations, that's right! So we gotta fight for these rights brotha! It's revolution time!

I'll start of the story as is custom to most of the episodes, by a narration from everybody's favorite domestic terrorist. Take it away Huey!

Huey Freeman; "I've told you about 'nigga-moments' before. While this phenomenon is a continued humiliation to our race, it is also a unifier. Because no matter how much money an African-American such as myself can have, no matter where he grew up, be it ghetto or boondocks and no matter how well he was raised, educated or enlightened, he can still get pretty upset about someone messing up his shoes.

I myself have been so far blessed with a life free of such obscene and demeaning behavior. But the dumbest thing I could do, would be to consider myself immune. Being one of the lonely voices making sense in this right-wing, borderline fascistic world filled with corrupt politicians, B.E.T., gun-nuts and a population which is for the majority filled with ignorant conformists, does not place me above getting annoyed over trivialities.

Such trivialities may come from swine being placed on my plate or from the brother who seems to try and oppose all the reasons I fight for. From a half-black-half-white girl living in the street who doesn't appreciate that 'black is beautiful' to the black-wannabe white girl who thinks that being black equals being a living and breathing stereotype. Even from the grandfather who doesn't help a young revolutionary's noble struggle by giving a ride to the deafness upon which my words fall. But I digress.

Or do I? I'm just trying to make sure you understand correctly, that this sudden explosion which renders us to beasts can be triggered anytime by nearly anything. And if I, a ten year old man from African descent can suffer from this psychological malfunction, then how many triggers are there on a man who's lived through thirty years of oppression? It also makes me wonder why only so little of these stress and anger releasing instants are pointed towards the obvious sources of the causing inconveniences, such as B.E.T. making us value our shoes and other accessories so highly, the government oppressing us to poverty and stressful, indecent and unthankful jobs (if any!), which lead to the unhappiness and edginess loaded on the camel's back.

I admit fully that we usually bring that last straw ourselves. But why are we short-sighted that we can only focus on that aspect? Is the hatred we feel because of our oppression really so strong? Does it really burn that brightly that we are blinded to everything except the image of the man who broke the camel's back. And if so, why is it so hard for us to fight? Must we really be pushed to that breaking point, that instant in which it all flows freely? Are we just supposed to hope that sooner or later someone will shoot that anger in the exact right direction? Are we supposed to wait for the next Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X or Rosa Parks? Or do we honor them and ourselves and each other? Will we rise and fight for ourselves? Will we become the next generation that continues, and ends the struggle? My brothers and sisters we can become the hero's that our children could learn about!

Robert Freeman: "Nigga-hush!"

Huey: "Granddad, what are you doing here?"

Robert: "The nice people at the studio told me you were messing up your lines again. Boy, how many times did I tell you not to tell the truth? It upsets people."

Huey: "But granddad, the people have a right to know. We have a right to be treated equally! The white supremacy has not yet been brought to it's knees."

Robert: "Now boy, I'll only say this one more time. Whatever you want to do outside of work, you do what you got to do. But, when working on 'The boondocks" you better say the lines the nice writers gave you."

Huey: "You can't make me granddad, I'm a visionary, a revolutionist. And as an example I will withstand any kind of torture you throw at me. Do your best, but I am not letting down my people!"

Robert: "Then you better get your ass home and start mowing the lawn, seeing as you can't work here anyway."

Huey: "… As I was saying, ignore everything I said, starting from; 'I myself have been so far blessed with a life free of such obscene and demeaning behavior.' up to now. As I mentioned, the 'nigga-moment', is a unifier binding us equally in our worst behavior. And though many may see me as a black supremacist, I … I … Do I really have to say this?"

Robert: "Don't make me take off my belt!"

Huey: "(sighs) … I actually believe in a form of equality between al races and do not hold a grudge against white people and believe that this story is all the anti-segregation needed to end the injustice… This story will prove that we are all equal, seeing as a white person has a nigga-moment with a black person. And though they are both acting like irresponsible idiots, they do it in equal fashion."

Robert: "That was some good work Huey."

Huey: "I feel sick… I need to lie down."

Robert: "You do that boy, and afterwards you can start on the lawn."

Huey: "What?"

Belgianwritersblock: "Nah, I ain't gonna say who has the nigga-moment yet. You know why? So I can get you hooked, that's why! It's like sugar man, a drug for the masses designed to keep you down! Ain't that right Huey?"