You can say the M-word but not the N-word


On a gray day in 1987 the Muse was riding shotgun with a colleague en route to an airport to catch a plane that was itching to get going. As we speeded down the thoroughfare, a white car driven by a black woman blew through a yield sign causing my colleague to go into a shrieking, four-wheel lockup.

As every item in the car that was not buckled down sailed by, or into, our heads, I uttered a phrase I have never forgotten…

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