Mr. Pryor had, shall we say, prior experience with the use and abuses of this particular word. On December 13th, 1975 when this skit aired live, but for a much- contested 7-second delay, Richard Pryor was less than a year from recording a live concert in L.A. that would comprise the L.P. “Bicentennial Nigger”.
Now, it seems obvious to me that it’s thin gruel to compare Mr. Maher to Mr. Pryor. Richard Pryor was African-American. No doubt he’d had to listen to a list of inflammatory insults longer than the list that he and the SNL writers came up with in creating the skit linked above.
In October 1980, Ebony magazine published an interview with Mr. Pryor. His thoughts on a trip to Kenya and on who he saw during his trip seem to represent a remarkable epiphany.
Mr. Pryor wasn’t appropriating an entire race’s brutal history for a cheap joke. He went from using the word for brutal effect ( including, it seemed to me at the time when watching his concert films, self-anger ) to moving his view of life and of himself to a point where he no longer used that word.
Mr. Maher has nothing to do with the journey that Mr. Pryor took vis a vis that particular word.
My two cents.
Now then, for a strange personal experience with that word. I’m a 54 year-old white guy. I used to shoot " MTV Cribs ". In May of 2001, I was hired to go to Star Island in Miami to shoot an episode of Cribs. It was, so I was told, a shoot at Ja Rule’s crib, situated on this very exclusive island in Biscayne Bay.
It was my third of fourth time working with Ja Rule. Now, as a cameraman I was right in the face of the people I was shooting. ( still am ) He did his thing, I did mine, everyone got along on those shoots, all was good.
I stood in the large driveway in front of the house featured in this article on the MTV Cribs episode and the mayhem that ensued, setting up my Steadicam. I had plenty of time, the weather was gorgeous, etc. As I’m working, a large limo pulls up. Out pops Ja Rule ( who is fairly short, and I’m 6’ 2" ) and a few bodyguards and hangers-on.
He is smoking what may be one of the largest joints I’ve ever seen in my life. It was an obscenity. He seems me, trots over and yells out loudly, " Hey wassup niggah?? " and gives me a hug. His bodyguards were…confused. He then offered me a hit, which I declined as politely as I could. Off they went.
It was a hell of a day and night of shooting before I packed up and left. I’ve told this story a handful of times since that day and I’ve always given fair notice that I was going to use the N Word. Why tell the story if the stinger is removed? I laughed when he said it, he laughed and I knew what he was saying by way of using that word.
I’m not sure I could tell that story now. Not even with a disclaimer. Not even though it’s true and happened to me.
I respect the destructive nature of the N word. And although a variation of it was applied TO me, I don’t get to own any of it.
Here’s the MTV Cribs episode on Star Island.