My granddaddy used to say, "There ain't no such thing as a Nigga. Niggas are a figment of the imagination; a mental construct. An idea created to keep men down. A way of thinking that only existed in a man's mind." My granddaddy also picked his lottery numbers from a book of dreams that he kept under his bed. If he had a dream and saw a white rabbit hopping across a freshly cut lawn on Labor Day it meant you played numbers 572. If the dream was him riding on a bus uptown and a guy wearing a purple suit with a red feather in his hat, gets on the bus with exact change, and ask if the bus is...