There once was a college professor who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the world with resentment. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, "Racist! Racist! The Man is keeping me down!"

The media came running up the hill to help the professor drive the racist away. But when they arrived at the top of the hill, they found no racist. The professor laughed at the sight of their angry faces.

"Don't cry 'racist', professor," said the media, "when there's no racist!" They went grumbling back down to their offices.

Later, the professor sang out again, "Racist! Racist! The Man is keeping me down!" To his naughty delight, he watched the media run up the hill to help him drive the racist away.

When the media saw no racist they sternly said, "Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don't cry 'racist' when there is NO racist!"

But the professor just grinned and watched them go grumbling down to their offices once more.

Later, he saw a REAL racist asking him for ID. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, "Racist! Racist!"

But the media thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn't come.

At sunset, everyone wondered why the college professor hadn't returned to the university. They went up the hill to find the professor. They found him weeping.

"There really was a racist here! My civil rights were denied and I had to show him my ID! I cried out, "Racist!" Why didn't you come?"

Reverend Al Sharpton tried to comfort the professor as they walked back down the hill.

"We'll help you look for your misplaced ego tomorrow," he said, putting his arm around the professor, “Nobody believes a negro...even when he is telling the truth! That’s why you have to shame the dirty crackers into it."