'I am White. White is might; might, that's right. My collar is tight. My future is bright. I pick no fight. Money - money gives me height. Height is flight. Lesser folk gaze upon a great sight.'

“Esau sold Jacob his birthright. Chose we to submit to blight? Who owes us bread and mite? Who would not ear our dire plight? Who gave us slight in a bite? Maimed our hopes overnight? The White.”

“I am White. I'm alright. My aura shines no special light. Kneeling by the burial site. History I can't rewrite. I picked no fight. My collar feels tight.”