I’ve always thought that the word “Negro” was such a beautiful word — noble-sounding and pure — and it baffled me that the PC zealots had banned the use of it, first replacing it with “black” and then “African-American” (which seemed clumsy and pretentious).
For decades, the Left has been controlling our language (and with it, our minds), unilaterally declaring that one word was now forbidden and another must be used in its place. Each new word seemed more generic than the last, as if their sole intention was to categorize people by the blandest terms possible. The word “Asian,” for instance, did not convey the same mysterious sensuality and age-old wisdom as the word “Oriental,” and with the substitution of the one for the other the secrets of the Orient may just be lost forever. It was the same with the word “Negro,” which was even lovelier in the feminine form: Negress.
I imagined a beautiful black woman, somewhere in the world, appearing out of the battered remains of modern society, wearing a flowing violet-colored dress which contrasted her caramel-colored skin and displayed amply her mystical femininity, perched on the hilltop of an illustrious racial authenticity. She was too lovely, too pure, too goddess-like to be called anything but a Negress… and as she descended a palatial staircase and moved gracefully towards us, banished words were restored to their previous glory and with them a humility and dignity that no liberal could ever comprehend.