>The Emcee At The Homeless benefit

>Saturday night, we played at a homeless benefit concert at Lee. There were three acoustic acts, and then we played, then Oh So Cavalier. I have absolutely no complaints about the night - all of the artists were wonderful, giving me an immense sense of joy each in their own way.

But this is not about the musicians.

In between each act, there was an emcee who kinda kept the night running, and he was absolutely phenominal. He was completely hilarious, all the time and kept me in stitches the whole night long. What surprised me though was that he would make jokes that had racial connonations.

Coming from a Lee kid just made it even funnier, as they're not particularly known for doing things that can be construed even the slightest bit off-color. They were not off-color, and were done completely respectfully but were hilarious nonetheless.

And the funniest part about it was watching the reaction of this one particular black student as he was listening to these jokes.

One of the bits was about President Obama. He made some statement about how happy and proud for the black people that Obama had finally broken the racial barrier. I watched the "hope" and "change" well up in this man's eyes as he was clearly proud too. Then I watched him become visibly offended at the next thing that this emee said. "I'm so proud to have a black president, I really am! Well, a half-black President, but who's counting?"

hahaha this man was taken aback and looked around the room at all of us laughing at the... joke? and was clearly upset. As if the emcee made some egregious false statement about our President. He went on to say he was so happy that we should have a black president day - or at least half a day or something. I laughed heartily, both at the joke and at the face of the black man in the audience.

I think it's really funny when people get offended by the truth. I think it's my goal to offend someone with the truth every day, because let's face it: the look in their face is priceless, and there is absolutely no comeback to anything that you say.

Hamilton Barber

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