On a cloudy Saturday morning, I was driving to the carwash and was driving behind a BMW crossover. At a stop light I was looking at the vehicle and on the back of the car was the word, suh. Not knowing that it might mean something else, from a lot of books I have read, it was what a black slave would call his master or any other white man in the southern United States. So in my thought process, I wondered if the driver of said vehicle wanted to be addressed as such.
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