A black woman and four self-professed white anti-racists are sitting at a table in a restaurant. The latter four have taken the black woman out for dinner for her birthday. Before their meals arrive, the First One says, "Happy Birthday; may all your dreams come true. But I gotta tell you...I was a little pissed about your article today."
"Oh?" the black woman asks.
"Me too," the Second One nods, "I think you were a little harsh on white people."
"Sometimes," the Third One chimes in, "I think you want something from us...more than you're willing to say."
"Remember that we love you, doll," the Fourth adds, "so we're not trying to gang up on you - especially not on your birthday - but we just think you should tone it down a little."
"We're fighting on the same side," the First One passionately reminds the black woman. "You are our best friend and we do deeply love you. We've found your wisdom invaluable and we don't ever want to lose you."
The black woman laughs aloud.
Suddenly, behind their table, a strange drunken white man rises to his feet, stumbles from the bar, and starts telling "nigger jokes". He tells about four or five, while the other patrons and wait staff (all white, by the way) mutely watch in discomfort. Spying the black woman at the nearby table, the bartender finally orders the drunken man to leave. He stumbles towards the door.
"Wait," the black woman calls. Suddenly sober, the "drunken man" straightens up and walks over to her, where she pays him $100 in cash. He nods, thanks her politely, and leaves the restaurant at once.
The black woman calmly turns back to her four self-professed white anti-racist friends and asks, "So...how come none of you did anything?"