As a Junior in High School, we had an assignment to read Huck Finn and write a three-page paper. It was an Honors English class, and the teacher was the stereotypical "prude". Anyway, I entitled my paper, "Nigger Jim was a Fag". My Dad, who was also a High School English teacher, had a nauseating habit of reading my papers prior to their being turned in. This was 1978, so one could understand my needing to retype the papers after he red-lined them. This particular Sunday evening, I could hear the chair move across the dining room floor as he prepared to assault my latest work. To my surprise, he was howling and laughing like I had never heard him do so, prior. He called me upstairs, and to my chagrin, my paper had been assaulted, as it looked a bloody mess. Nonetheless, my father said, "Boy, this is a finely structured paper, and funny as hell. Your grammar and syntax is horrid, but if you'll retype my edit, you can turn it in".
So, I retyped the paper on a 1950's typewriter, complete with the ribbons that had to be turned every so often, in order for the words to actually appear on the paper. I turned the paper in on Monday. On Wednesday, my teacher, Ms. Crane, holding the papers in her arms, decried to the class, "Collaboratively, what I hold in my arms represents the worse collection of my papers from a class in my entire teaching career". She looked at meme, called my by name, and said, "But, it also had the best paper I have ever had the pleasure of reading", then proceeded to hand me the paper with an "A+" blazing in red near the top of the cover page. She then said out loud, in class, "Nigger Jim was a Fag" was the title of the paper, and based on the supporting detail of the paper, i am inclined to believe it so".
Imagine turning in a paper in "dese" times? Reeducation for that poor bastard!