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Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome Trevor Noah!

Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Hello.

Yeah!

This is us.

Hello. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Nice to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Welcome. Welcome.

This is us.
Washington, D.C.

Yeah!

Okay, you guys feeling good?
Yeah?

That's good.
That's good, yeah.

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo to you too.
- Whoo!

And that as well, ma'am.
And that as well.

I love that.
I love the sounds people make.

It's so much fun, yeah.

We're just-- we're just throwing
language out of the window.

I like that.

I feel like we're devolving
as human beings now.

No, 'cause that was the thing
that separated us from the apes,

wasn't it?
The fact that we chose speech.

Yeah.

The monkeys used to run around
and screech.

And we were like, "No."

English.

But now, we've started
to go back to that,

started to embrace our roots.

People get excited,
"Are you happy?"

"I'm real happy."
"How happy?"

"Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo!

"Whoo-hoo!

"Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo!"

That's one of
my favorite sounds.

It sounds like
someone's having so much fun

they hurt themselves.

Like you didn't plan
ahead of time.

Too much fun.

Such a weird sound.
I love it.

And you know what's crazy is

that we all know
what that sound means.

We don't agree on anything
in this world--

race, religion, politics--

but that sound, that "whoo-hoo,"

has united us all.

You can make that sound anywhere

and people accept it.

As long as there's alcohol
present,

you can make that sound.

Whoo-hoo!

But there has to be alcohol.

You can't make that sound
anywhere else.

You can't make that sound
in the office.

It's unacceptable.

Your boss won't allow it.

You can't be like, "Final email.
Sent.

Whoo-hoo!"

"Johnson!"
"Sorry, sir. Sorry, sorry."

Can't make that sound in church.

"And that is why Jesus died
for our sins."

"Whoo-hoo!"

"Sorry, pastor."

"Go to hell."

You just can't do it,

but everyone knows it.

Everyone knows
what "whoo-hoo" means.

It means happiness, yeah.

The happiness of the people.

Strange, because no one asked me
to vote on it.

I didn't get to choose.

If I was to choose,

I don't know that I would pick
"whoo-hoo"

as the sound of happiness.

Strangely enough,
I think it may be more apt

as the sound of sadness.

I could see it, at a funeral.

Family gathered around
the caskets.

Tears streaming down their face.

Pastor reading the eulogy.

"We'll always remember Mary

"as a loving mother,

"a caring friend,

"foodie, blogger,

"and wonderful sister.

"Before we lay her to rest,

"would you please join me now

as we observe a moment
of whoo-hoo."

Everyone's standing there
in tears.

"Whoo-hoo!

"Whoo-hoo!

There'll always be one big lady
in the corner,

[Amazing Grace melody]
♪ Whoo ♪

"Thank you very much, sister."

Such a fun sound.

The sound of happiness.

The sound of white happiness,
in particular.

Yeah.
I've tracked it.

I've searched for the source
of whoo-hoo

and I found it originated
with white people.

White-- white woman
in particular.

Yeah, that's where
it comes from.

That is the sound
of a white woman's turnup.

That is the sound
of her getting into the game.

It's like,
"Tammy! Whoo-hoo!"

And that's where you know
it's on.

Yeah, 'cause everyone else
learned it a from white woman.

That's where it came from,
you know?

It spread through society
like a virus.

It's not the natural sound
anybody else makes.

White women make that sound
instinctively,

but everyone else
has learned it.

Like, white men were
the first ones to learn it,

because for them,
it's sort of like a mating call.

They know what it means.

They have to reciprocate,
like, "Whoo-hoo!"

"Whoo-hoo!"

But everyone else
had to learn it.

It's a natural sound for them
but for nobody else.

Like, black people whoo-hoo
but it's not the natural sound

black people make for fun,
you know?

Black people can whoo-hoo.
Black people often do whoo-hoo,

but it's not instinctively
a black sound of happiness.

And I think it's because
black people aren't comfortable

with the whoo-hoo.

Deep down inside there's
a certain moment in whoo-hoo

when every black person
stops enjoying it.

There's just--
there's just a moment

when-- and maybe this is just
my personal experiences,

but I fear it sounds eerily
similar to a police siren.

There's just a moment
where it stops being fun.

There's just that split second

where it's like,
"Whoo-hoo, whoo!

"Whoo, whoo, whoop-whoop, whoo.

Whoop. Whoop. Boop."

Put your hands in the air...

and keep them there.

It's not the sound of happiness
in my life, that's not--

Although, I guess that's why
white people do it.

'Cause white people
love calling the police,

so they're probably like,
"Whoo-hoo!

"My God, the cops are here!

"Party time!

Come on in.
I thought you'd never make it."

'Cause white people do,
white people have

a very different relationship
with the police.

I was trying to explain this
to my friend, Dave.

You know, when we're hanging out
he's like,

"Dude, what is it
with black people and police?"

I'm like, "It's not that black
people don't like the police

or hate the police,
it's just that-- it's just that

we have a tumultuous history
with the police."

One day we were driving--
we're driving on the highway

and the police car
pulled up behind us

and I got tense.
I just got really tense.

And he's like,
"Dude, what's going on?"

I said, "The police.
The police are behind us."

He was like, "Yeah, and?
Did you do anything wrong?"

I said,
"That's not the point."

Because it really isn't.

For white people,
that is the point.

The police will send you to jail
if you do something wrong.

As a black person, you have
a different relationship.

The police may send you to jail
just because.

I know this because I was--
I was driving--

I got pulled over by the police
for the first time

in my life in America.

And already, I'm not
very comfortable when driving

in the United States, you know.

Not because it's the other side
of the road,

but because it's
the other side of the car.

I'm not used to that, you know.

Like-- like, I always get into
the car on the wrong side.

I'll be shopping and I'll come
back to my car confidently,

and I'll jump inside
and put the things down,

and then I'm like, "Ah."

And then instead of getting out,
I sit there.

I always just sit there,

because I always think
somebody's watching me.

So I just sit there and I act
like I planned it all, like...

"Where is my driver?"

"Where is my--
He should have been here by now.

Where is my-- Well,
I guess I'll drive myself."

I don't know why I do that.
I'm not comfortable.

But you have to drive
in Los Angeles.

So I had a little rental car
and I'm driving on the freeway

and this police car
pulls up behind me.

And he drives behind me
for a little bit

and then he flashes his lights.

And I was like,"
he probably wants to go past."

And so I moved over
to the middle lane

and then he came with me
and he flashed his lights again.

And I was like, "Come on,
just go past me, man.

Just go past me, man."

And I went back to the fast
lane, he came back with me.

And he hit-- flash the lights,
and this time it was like,

whoop, whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop.

And I was like, "Yeah, go past.
You keep coming with me.

Go past." 'Cause I didn't think
he was stopping me.

I thought it was basically
the vehicular equivalent

of that moment on the sidewalk
when you both don't know

which way to go.

I thought we were doing that
with our cars,

like, "Yeah.
Yeah, all right."

I thought that was happening.
I thought that was happening.

And clearly he thought
that I was evading him

in the most polite manner ever,
because he gets irritated,

and he's like, "Pull over
to the side of the road, sir."

Whoop, whoop.

"Pull over
to the side of the road now."

Now, I couldn't hear
what the hell he was saying.

I'm not gonna-- Which I think
is part of the problem.

I don't think it's fair
that police have speakers

on their cars and we don't.

I think this is
a recipe for disaster.

That's the first step

in mending relationships
is communication, people.

I don't know what the hell
that guy was saying,

but I couldn't tell him.
He was like,

"Pull over to the side of the
road."

If I had a speaker, I would have
had the ability to be like,

"Sir, I cannot hear
what you're saying.

"Enunciate your words, please.

Enunciate your words.
Speak clearly."

"I said, pull over."

Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.

"No, no, use your words, buddy,
use your words.

Talk to me. Talk to me.
What do you need?"

"Pull over, pull over."
I'd be like,

"Okay, I will be pulling over
right now. Thank you very much."

Like, it would be more
effective, but I didn't know.

So I'm-- and he's like,
"Pull over."

I'm like, "I don't know what
the hell you want."

"Pull over to the side
of the road."

I'm like,
"What are you talking about?"

He's like,
"Pull over! Pull over!"

And I panicked,
and so I stopped. I pulled over.

Right there where I was
on the freeway, which apparently

you're not supposed to do.
I didn't know this,

'cause I just know that police
tell me to do something,

I do it. So he said,
"Pull over," and then I stopped.

and then he was like,
"Don't pull over there."

Then I was like, "Well, you
should have been more specific.

You can't tell me to pull over
and then tell me not pull over.

You should've said pull over at
a time that is more appropriate.

You can't just tell--
Now I'm panicking.

He's like,
"Get back onto the road."

I'm like, "This guy does not
know what he wants. I'm-- "

Now, I'm back on the road.

He's like,
"Take the next exit."

And now, we're driving
and now he's guiding me along.

It's like I had
a really angry GPS.

It was the weirdest thing ever.

And, so he's driving me like,
Make a right at the light.

Make a right."

It's like I chose angry cop
on my Waze.

That's what it felt like.

He was like, "Turn left.
No, I said left. Turn left."

No, recalculating.
When it is safe, Mickey."

And so finally--
finally we stopped.

We stop, I pull over
on the side of the road.

He pulls over behind me
and he gets out of the car,

and I'm **** myself.

As he gets out, he goes,

"Keep your hands
where I can see them!"

I'm like, "I don't know
what you can see or not see.

"I don't know.

"These are very
vague instructions.

I don't know what you can't"--
So now, I'm doing this.

'Cause I don't know
what you can see or not.

I was--
Like, don't get me wrong.

I just--
You know what the thing is.

I just don't want to die.
That's all, I don't--

I just don't want to die.
And I know I don't look like--

but I'm not the dying type.
I really-- I'm not.

Like, I'm a chill-out guy
who likes living.

I don't want to die,
and the worst thing is

I don't know how not to die.

That's the thing.
I don't know how not to die.

'Cause every day,
I turn on the TV it seems like

another black person
is being shot.

So I just want to know
how not to get shot, you know?

I try and learn, I really do.
I try and learn, you know?

It all started in the lower--
in the lower echelons

of enforcement, community watch,

George Zimmerman, shot Trayvon,
the young boy.

And the story started off
with "Man shoots boy."

Everyone was like,
"Yeah, this is horrible.

This is disgusting."

But then the news, for some
strange reason, the next day

they just forget and then they
start asking other questions.

"Well, why was he wearing
a hoodie?

What was he doing, and why
was he wearing a hoodie?"

I was like, "Is that-- so
that's-- so don't wear a hoodie."

That's what it is, the hoodie.
It's very frightening.

You don't know
what's going on under there.

Yeah, we've all seen
"Star Wars."

It's the creepiest thing ever.
Yeah, yeah.

It's the dark side.
And so I was like,

if I don't wear a hoodie
then I'm safe.

No one's gonna shoot me
if I don't wear a hoodie.

you cut forward,
and then the next thing you know

it's Mike Brown in Ferguson,
and he gets shot by the police.

Unarmed, gets shot.

You know, like a man was unarmed
and he got shot,

and I was like,
"This is disgusting."

And they said, "But also,
he approached the police officer

"apparently, and he may or may
not have scuffled with him.

We don't know,
but he approached him."

And I was like, okay, okay,
don't wear a hoodie

and don't approach the police.
Don't go towards the police.

You see police,
you go the other way.

You got the other way from--
Okay, cool. I got it.

So no hoodies,
no approaching the police.

This is it, I'm learning.
I'm learning. This is--

But then-- but then the next guy
comes on the news,

Eric Garner in New York City.

And there he is,
he's standing and the police,

they apprehend him
and they start choking him.

He doesn't go towards them.
He doesn't--

He's standing there
with his arms up,

and he gets choked to death
by six policemen.

And then they come on the news
and they say-- and they go,

"Well, you gotta understand,
for these police, I mean,

"this was a--
this was a pretty big guy.

"He was a pretty big guy.
He was scary.

He was a really scary,
big black guy."

And I'm like, "Okay, cool.
So don't be a big black guy

"and then you should be fine.

Don't be a big black guy
and then I should"--

And every day I look in the
mirror and I'm like, "Good job."

And I'm like,
"Okay, fine, fine."

Okay, so don't wear a hoodie.
Don't wear your hoodie

and don't approach the policemen
and don't be a big black man.

I think-- I think
I've got it all down. I think--

And then I turn on the TV
and then I see Walter Scott.

A 50-something-year-old man

running away from a policeman

getting shot in the back.
Running away from the policeman.

And again, the media,
for some strange reason,

just seems to forget
what the main purpose

of-- of the discussion is.
'Cause on day one they go,

"Unarmed man shot in the back."

Day two they're like,
"Who was Walter Scott?

"Let's find out about it.

Apparently he had a charge
of assault against him in 1987."

So he gets shot for it?

How hard did he punch the guy

that he gets shot for it
in 2015?

What, did he punch the guy
into the future

and then he came back to get
him? Is that what happened?

I mean, it was the '80s.

Everyone punched somebody
in the '80s.

I don't understand why
this is a big deal.

They were saying
the craziest things.

They were like, "Walter Scott,
I mean, this is--

"Everybody's talking about
the police officer.

Let's talk about him.
Why did he run? Why did he run?"

'Cause he didn't want
to go to jail.

Are we really
gonna live in a world

where police no longer
want to chase criminals?

Is that what we're saying?
Is that what we're saying?

Police no longer want
to chase criminals.

That's the whole point
of the game, isn't it?

We played it as kids,
cops and robbers, yeah?

You've seen the movies.
That's what makes it fun.

"Freeze!"
"You can't catch me, copper."

And then you run.

That's what makes it fun.

Now, police no longer want
to chase criminals.

We're gonna live in a world
where police--

Can you imagine what that's
gonna do to the movie industry?

It's gonna be horrible.

We're gonna be watching
"Bad Boys Five,"

Martin Lawrence and Will Smith,
"Freeze!"

"Okay."
End of movie. Done.

It would be
the worst movie ever.

This is the strangest thing.

They ask all the weird
questions,

questions that have nothing to
do with a man being shot

who is unarmed.

They come on and they go,
"Also-- also noted

is that Walter Scott owed
$16,000 in child support."

To the cop?

No, no, I mean, like--

To the--

'Cause-- 'cause that would be
a different story.

That would be like if that was
the mother of his children

that shot him,
then you know what?

I may-- I may actually
be on her side.

You never know, yeah.

I might have been there like,
"You know what, sister,

"you shoot him in the back,
girl.

"That's right, you shoot him

"thinking he ain't gonna pay
after he play.

"You shoot him in the back
thinking he gonna run away

"from his responsibilities.

Shoot him dead."

But this has nothing
to do with it.

A policeman shoots
an unarmed man.

He's running away,
and they have the nerve--

They have the nerve,
the crazy nerve to say,

"This officer feared
for his life. He was afraid."

Afraid of what?
The man's running away.

There's nothing less frightening

than somebody
running away from you.

That is the definition of fear.
He's running away.

The only thing he could have
done to be less threatening

is to cluck like a chicken
as he-- .

There's nothing less frightening
than a man

running away from you.
Like, what are you afraid of?

You can't say he was running--
"I was afraid."

Afraid of what?
He's running away from you.

That makes no sense.
You're seeing him from behind.

No one's threatening
from behind.

They're running away.
There's no one who's--

Like, maybe Kim Kardashian,
but nobody else is--

He's running away from you.

You shoot him in the back.

Like, yeah, "I was afraid."
Afraid of what?

What, do you have
abandonment issues?

Why would you shoot a man--

"My dad left when I was five."

Makes no sense.

So I don't know how not to die.

And here I am in my car
on the side of the road

in a random street
in Los Angeles,

and the whole time it was like,
"I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.
I don't want to die."

And the policeman
gets out of his car

and he starts walking towards me

and his hand is by his side.

And it's doing this.

And I've watched westerns.

I know what this means.

This is never good.

This never turns into
friendship.

So now, I'm starting to stress
and I'm looking at him

in the side mirror of my car
and I'm panicking,

because objects in the mirror
are closer than they appear.

So he's gonna get there
at any moment.

And I don't know why,
I don't know why I did this.

Like as soon as he-- I panicked.
I completely panicked,

and I launched myself
out the window.

I took my body
and I threw it out the window,

and I fell under the side
of the car just like...

and onto the side of the car.

I basically went back to nature.
I thought of a predator.

You don't make eye contact
and you play dead.

That's all I did, I just played
dead on the side of the car.

Which freaked him out.
He was completely--

He was just like, "What?
Hey, hey! Hey, what's going on?"

I said, "I'm sorry, officer.
I'm sorry."

He's like, "Sir,
what are you sorry for?"

I said, "Whatever it is that's
gonna make you shoot me,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, officer."

He said, "Sir, get back in
the car. Get back in the car."

I said, "No! I don't wanna die.

"Please, I'm not falling
for that trick.

Please, officer, I'm sorry."

He's like, "Sir, I'm not--
I'm not gonna kill you.

Just get back in the car."
And I mean,

this guy was just as freaked out
as I was. I'm not gonna lie.

'Cause I mean, when I put myself
in his shoes, what does he do?

Imagine that, you're standing on
the side of the road,

a guy jumps out of his own car.
What doe he--

He can't even call for backup.
What does he say?

"10-4, I need backup."
"What do you need?"

"I got a black guy,
killed himself?"

"10-4, you gotta make something
up better than that.

We'll back you up, don't worry."

Like, you can't--
Like, what do you say?

It's just like a weird--
The guy's freaking out.

I'm freaking out,
and I'm lying there.

And this guy,
he-- he approaches slowly.

He approaches, he finally gets
to me and lifts my arms,

and he's like, "Get back
in the car, sir, get back.

Get back in." And he stuffs-- he
stuffs me back into my window.

"Get back there." I'm like,
"No, no, I'm not--

Please, I don't want to die."

He's like, "Sir, sir, calm down.
Calm down."

I go, "Okay. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry."

He's like,
"Sir, have you been drinking?"

I said, "No, sir,
I haven't been drinking."

He said, "Okay, calm down.

Do you know why
I pulled you over, sir?"

I said, "Is it because
I'm black?"

And now, I wasn't being an ass,
nor was I joking.

I'd just been informed that
as a black person in America,

if you drive a really nice car,
there's a good chance

you're gonna get pulled over
by the police.

Yeah, so in my world,

he was doing his job
as I had been told.

Yeah, I wasn't judging him.

In fact, I was--
I was a little flattered.

I was like, "Well, thank you
very much, Mr. Officer,

"for noticing this bad boy
right here.

That's right, 2015, baby."

I was really excited.

He was more freaked out, though,
'cause I-- 'cause I said to him,

I said, "Is it because
I'm black?"

And then he did this thing
that I've come to learn

is the reaction of white people
in America

who, when they hear information
they can't process fast enough,

have this-- this thing
where they smile on the outside,

but on the inside, it's almost
as if they're short-circuiting.

Like, he looks at me and he
goes, "I'm-- I'm sorry, what?"

I said, "Because I'm black,
that's why you pulled me over."

And he goes, "No.
Hey, no, no. Hey, we--

"No, that-- that is not-- that--
No. No. Hey, um, who--

I don't-- I don't-- No.
No, that is not why-- "

I felt so bad for him.

Yeah, I think we both
learned a lot that day.

The two of us grew
from that experience.

Yeah.

I was speeding,
that's why he pulled me over.

Yeah.

But he let me go.

Fear.

I'm having a great I'm not getting
speeding fines, enjoying my time out here.

Some of you may or may not know,
I got a job.

This is fantastic for me.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, yeah.

Changed my life completely.

Come into the U.S., feel like
people are smiling at me more.

Might just be my imagination.

'Cause I noticed at the airports
when I've been flying in,

probably a combination
of-- of my job

and the fact that
the Ebola crisis is now past.

That was probably the worst--
the worst time ever

is flying into America
as an African

during the Ebola crisis.

It was the craziest thing
I've ever seen in an airport.

You'd walk in,
there'd be tension.

They'd usher everybody
into a special quarantine area.

Ask you questions, questions
that they don't normally ask.

The number one question they
always asked was,

"Sir, have you been in contact
with Ebola?"

They'd always ask, "Sir, have
you been in contact with Ebola?"

I love-- I love the sincerity
of the question.

Like there was a chance
my answer could be, "Yes.

And next stop, Disney World."

Like, what kind of person
do you think I am

that I'd still be embarking
on a journey

having knowingly been in contact

with the most deadly disease
on the planet?

Like, who do you think I am that
I'd be there like,

"I don't care!

"Booking.com has
a zero refund policy.

"I'm going to Disney World
even if it kills me,

"Mickey Mouse,
and everybody else.

I'm going!"

"Have you been in contact
with Ebola?"

And they always say that

like Ebola was like
a distant relative.

I love the phrasing. "Have you
been in contact with Ebola?"

"Yeah, I spoke to him last week.
He's doing well.

Thank you very much for asking."

Ebola made flying a nightmare.

'Cause Ebola was one of the
craziest things I've ever seen

in terms of the human condition,

how quickly we're taught
to panic.

You know, one minute
I'll be flying

and I'll see people
of Middle Eastern descent

getting pulled, you know,
random selections

beeping through the machine.

And then Ebola happened,

and all of a sudden
the focus shift--

The focus shifted,
and now it was Africans

being pulled aside,
Africans waiting.

Middle Easterners were cruising
through security.

And then almost as quickly
as it started,

it flipped back overnight.

And I'll never forget
when it happened.

Right after the "Charlie Hebdo"
attack in Paris.

That attack happened,

and almost the next day

Ebola wasn't a thing anymore.

Middle Easterners were back
in the spotlight.

Normal service had been resumed.

'Cause after "Charlie Hebdo,"
I would walk through airports

and no one gave a damn.

They didn't care about me,
where I was from,

nor the bananas in my bag.

I just-- I just cruised
through security.

"Charlie Hebdo."

"Terrorist attack in France."

Everyone led with it.
CNN, "Breaking news.

Terrorists have attacked
'Charlie Hebdo' headquarters."

BBC, "And in breaking news,
unconfirmed report says-- saying

12 people have been killed by
terrorists who've attacked"--

Everyone said
they were terrorists.

It was weird to me

'cause we didn't know
that they were terrorists.

We just knew that
they were Middle Eastern.

But immediately
we went to terrorist,

because if you're Middle Eastern
that's a terrorist.

That's the world we live in now.

Yeah, if you're Middle Eastern,

terrorism is your trademark.

It's so crazy how easy it is
to get people

to hate a group of people,
'cause that's what happened.

"Charlie Hebdo," and then
everyone started saying things

about Muslims.

"These damn Muslims. These
damn-- We gotta stop Islam.

"That's what we gotta do.
We gotta stop these Islamists.

"These Muslims.

"Now, I'm not saying all Muslims
are terrorists,

but all terrorists are Muslims."

It sounds really smart,
doesn't it?

Sounds really smart,
but it's not.

It's stupid
and it's hate speech.

That's what it is. It really is.

Terrorism is not a race,
it's an act.

It evolved over time.

Yes, right now we're dealing
with extremism,

Islamic terror in some parts
of the world.

But if you go to other parts
of the world

and ask them
what a terrorist is,

they'll show you
a different face.

You go to England 20 years ago

and you said,
"What's a terrorist?"

They'd show you
a drunk Irishman, right.

I didn't need to say drunk.
I could have just said Irishman.

There was a time when--

when Nelson Mandela
was labeled a terrorist.

Like, terrorism is an act,
it's not a face.

People say these things,
"Well, these Muslims,

"you gotta admit,
there's an awful lot of them.

Awful lot of them
doing the same thing."

I'm like, "Yeah, but you know
who's not terrorists?

Most Muslims."

Yeah, most Muslims
are not terrorists.

I'm not even Muslim,
but it gets to me,

because I'm like most Muslim
people are not terrorists.

You know how you know this?
Because we're still alive, yeah.

They've had ample opportunity
to take us out, people.

There's a billion Muslim people
on the planet.

They've had every chance.

They could have killed us
using those falafels

they sell us after midnight
when we come out of the club.

They could have wiped us all out

with their killer kebabs.

They've had the means.

It's so weird to see
our prejudices, you know,

the way people are labeled
in the media, in society.

It's not just Muslim people.

You see it with black people
as well, you know.

People saying these things like,
you know, I remember

when the-- when the riots
were happening in Baltimore.

People quickly jumped,
"These thugs.

"These are a bunch of thugs
running around. These thugs.

"You know, I'm starting to think
that black people like crime.

"That's what I'm starting
to think.

"Is that the only way
they can deal with it?

Black people like crime."

No, no, black people
don't like crime,

because you know
who's not a criminal?

Most black people.

Yeah, most black people
are not criminals.

Black people hate crime
just like everybody else.

It's not like black people
are cheering crime on.

It's not like they're watching
a black guy do some ****.

Like, "Yeah, Darnell,
you steal that ****, man.

You steal that ****. Yeah!"
No.

When black people see
a black person doing a crime,

they're also looking
at the person like,

"That nigger crazy!"

You gotta fight the act,
not the face,

not a face that you put the--
It's not the--

It's not the same thing,
and everybody has it, you know.

If you're Middle Eastern
and you do something,

if you're a black person--
black person gets shot

in a bad neighborhood, the first
story they always lead with--

Always lead with the same thing.

"And today in Compton, a man was
shot in what is suspected

to be gang-related violence."

It's always
gang-related violence.

It never says anything else.
They were just two guys.

Gang-related,
probably gang-related.

"Why do you say that?"
"Well, because, you know,

in this area there's...
hip-hop."

Why is it gang-related?
It's always gang--

It doesn't matter who it is.

Could be two kids,
someone got shot,

"A three-year-old was shot today
by a four-year-old

in what is suspected to be
gang-related violence."

"But they're kids."
"Yeah, they recruit very young."

"It wasn't a mistake?"
"No, it's not a mistake.

It's never a mistake."

But if it's in a rich
neighborhood, the story changes,

'cause you'll never hear them
reporting the same thing

about the Hamptons.

"And today in the Hamptons,
a man was shot

"in what is suspected to be
gang-related violence.

"The Burberry gang have been
known to operate

around these parts
and recently"--

They never say those things.

In fact, you're more likely
to see the police commissioner

going, "A lot-- We've just
conducted an investigation.

"We found out that a firearm was
discharged earlier today

"and the bullet left
the-- the weapon...

"penetrating a victim,
and we're gonna investigate

whether-- whether
it was misfired or"--

"I'm sorry, did you say--
Did someone shoot the gun?"

"Well, we're not-- we're not
ruling anything out right now,

"but-- but we're checking to see
if there was a mechanism failure

or"--
"What about the person?"

"Well, we-- we don't think that
this was intentional.

We don't"--
"So wait, we live in a world

"where you investigate a gun
before you investigate

a rich white man,
is that what you're saying?"

"No, no, no. No, that--
That's not what we're saying.

"But I mean, you must remember,
the gun is black,

"but that's not the point.

The point is"--

It's so weird how our prejudices

have given everyone their lane.

Middle Easterner does something,
they're a terrorist.

Black person does something,
they're gang-related,

they're a thug.

But if a white guy walks into a
church killing nine people dead,

what do they lead with
on the news?

"And today
in an isolated incident

"a lone gunman
walked into a church,

opening fire
and killing nine people."

It's always a lone gunman, yeah.

"A lone gunman with no ties
to society whatsoever."

They always separate him
as quickly as possible.

I love how they do that.

"He kept to himself
and was notoriously unfriendly.

He had no friends whatsoever."

No, no friends, really?
No, no friends?

Not even one?
Not even one?

No friends?

I--

Not even on Facebook?

No, everyone has friends
on Facebook, come on.

You're telling me
the guy had no friends.

It's almost like as the shooting
happens, everyone's like,

"What? Dillon? Unfriend,
unfriend, unfriend, unfriend,

unfriend, unfriend, unfriend,
unfriend, unfriend."

It's the weirdest thing ever.

And the first thing they always
go to is mental instability.

That's what they go to,
the first thing.

They never go with terrorism.

"What happened? Are we-- are we
saying this was terrorism?"

"Whoa, wait. We're not gonna
jump to that conclusion.

"This was a young man who was
really mentally--

He was unstable.
He was a troubled young man."

But he was a terrorist 'cause he
committed a terrorist act.

He walked into a building,
shot a bunch of people

to try to spread a message
of hatred, right.

He was trying to pass something.
He was trying to do something.

That's an act of terror.

"Now, well-- well, look.
No, not necessarily.

He was a troubled young man."

"Yes, and a terrorist."

"Yeah, but he was
mentally unstable."

"Just like terrorists."

That's exactly
what a terrorist is.

There's no normal reason
to blow yourself up.

That is ridiculous as ****.

You're crazy.

You're crazy,

but you're still a terrorist.

It's weird. It's almost like
without realizing it,

what they're saying
on the news is,

"You know, this young white man

"is clearly struggling
with something.

"I mean, because why would you
forgo all that privilege?

Why would you"--

"I mean,
he was a young white man.

"Why would you throw that
all away by--

"I mean, if he was a minority,
I get it, 'cause that **** sucks.

But I mean, why would you
throw it-- He must be crazy."

This is madness.
I refuse to be part of this.

I refuse to live in a world
who will deny white people,

the moniker of terrorist.

That's racism, people,
that's what that is.

If a white man, through hard
work and determination,

commits an act of terror,

he deserves to be called
a terrorist.

He worked for it, damn it.
You don't deprive him of that

because of the color
of his skin.

You give it to him
and you put him up there.

Bin Waleed and Charlie.

It's terrorism.

We all have our prejud It's not like
I-- You know, I try to be better.

I really do.
I realize every now and again

I do things that I'm not
particularly proud of, you know.

Like, for instance,
whenever I fly into America,

if I've been out of the country
and flying back into America,

I always try to fly
on Middle Eastern airlines

specifically.

So I'll fly on Emirates or Qatar
or Etihad or one of those.

And the reason I do this

is because I feel
there's less chance...

That somebody--

That some-- And this may sound a
little bit racist,

You have every right
to be offended, you really--

But I feel like there's less
chance that somebody

will attack one of those planes,

for-- for a few reasons.

Number one, because they're
not proving a point.

The plane's already
Muslim owned, Muslim run.

They're not converting anybody.

And secondly,
and more importantly on my side,

I think there's a small chance

somebody could defuse
the situation.

Someone could talk them down

just because they speak
the same language, yeah.

That's-- that's half of terror
for me

is the fact that you don't
understand what the person says.

The guy's speaking Arabic.

Arabic, it puts fear
in the hearts of all men.

You never think good things
when you hear Arabic.

Yeah, we watch-- we watch
too many movies and TV shows.

Like, you-- whenever
you hear Arabic,

then some bad **** happens
immediately.

That's always what happens.

It's never something cool
or sexy.

It's never like,

It's never that.

And so it makes you think, it
makes you think a certain way.

I know-- I know
I'm not any different.

I was on a flight,
my first Middle Eastern flight,

flying on an Emirates plane,

and this man emerged
from the galley...

he had a long beard
and he was carrying a box,

and he just went off,
he was like,

And I was like, "Aah!"

Chicken, please.

Chicken.

Sorry, I--

I get really excited
with chicken.

I'm-- I'm sorry for that.

Sorry.

"That, my friend, excited?
You looked petrified."

I said, "I am, of the flavor.

"Chicken, wah!

I love chicken.
I love chicken so much."

He's like, "Is that the--
is that the black thing?"

I said, "That's racist."

It's just--
it's just a little thing

that makes me think
there's a chance

that if someone understands
the language

they may be able
to talk the guy down.

You-- there could be. There could
be a terrorist on the plane.

Guy with a suicide vest.

We'll be flying
40,000 feet in the sky.

Man jumps off, losing his head.

There he is...

And just maybe, maybe some guy
will be opposite him like,

"Hey!

What are you doing?"

"I'm going to blow up this plane
to show everybody

that Allah is great!"

"Yeah, but...

we know this."

"Everybody here knows this.
So what are you doing?"

"I wanted to show all of you
the power of-- "

"What are you showing us
if we already know, huh?

"What are you showing us?
Are you saying

"we are not good Muslims, is
that what you are saying, huh?

"Are you saying we do not know
the power of Allah?

"Is that what you are saying?

You are saying we are bad
Muslims. What are you saying?"

"No, my friend, please, I was
not trying to offend you.

"I was just trying to kill you.

Listen to what I
wanted to show you."

"What are you showing me, huh?

"Are you saying I do not pray,
is that what you are saying?

"You're a better Muslim than me?

"You think I'm not good Muslim
just because

"I'm watching" Cloudy with
a Chance of Meatballs,

is that what you think, huh?
What are you saying?"

"No, I'm not saying that.
I wanted to-- "

"What are you show-- You show
nothing. You make us look bad.

"Why don't you preach? Why
don't you talk to people, huh?

"This is not Islam. What are you
doing with your stupid dress?

Blah blah blah, blah blah blah.
You make us all look bad."

"No, no, I was not-- "
"No, you're not trying nothing.

"No, you even got
your vest backward.

You don't even know
what you are doing here."

"Sorry, it's my first time.
I never done this before."

"Yeah, yes, story, story. Sit
down, shut up, eat something."

"I don't know if I can-- "
"No, it's all challah.

"You can eat it.
Don't worry, you can eat it.

"You can eat it.

Stupid."

There's just a chance
that that could happen.

There's a small chance
that could happen.

And that's why I do it.

re.

Thank you very much
for coming out.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

I really appreciate it.

It means the world to me.

And I mean that, literally.

But I would-- I probably never
would have traveled the world

were it not for stand-up comedy,
you know.

I'm the first person
in my family

to ever board an airplane.

First person in my family to
ever get kicked off an airplane.

I would have never-- I would have
never learned about America.

I would have never come out to
places like Washington, D.C.

I would have never learned
to travel

on the other side of the road.

I would have never learned about
charming racism

had I not come to
this beautiful country, yeah.

Probably something
that changed my life forever,

charming racism.

Classic American
charming racism.

I never knew there was
such a thing, growing up.

And I thought
I knew all about racism.

I was, you know,
coming from the home

of some of the best racism
in the world.

No, and I don't mean to brag,
but South Africa is, by far--

Like-- like we've got-- we've got
top quality racism out there.

Like, it's handcrafted.

You don't get racism like that
anymore.

Like, I've seen racism
all over the world.

To be honest,
the standards have dropped.

It's not what it used to be.

Like, I'm talking about quality
racism, you know.

Now, it's cheap
and mass-produced,

probably made in China now.

I'm talking about real racism.

I discovered charming racism

in a place called
Lexington, Kentucky.

I don't know if you've ever
been, but you really need to go.

It's a beautiful place.

Old-school charming racism
with a smile

and the tip of a hat.

Everyone in Lexington had
this vibe, this smile,

the charm, the drawl--
The Southern drawl,

I love it so much, the way
they would speak out there.

The grammar's horrible,
but it's still beautiful.

Well, 'cause the sentences
don't really make sense.

They'd be like, "Y'all ain't
never done gone see none

of them out"-- and it's like,
that's-- that's--

That's not English.
Your autocorrect is broken.

I don't know what that is,
but it's-- but it's beautiful.

You know, in fact,
when they speak really fast,

sometimes it sounds like
somebody's playing a banjo

inside their mouths, that's--

That's what it sounds like
to me.

I asked two men for directions,
and this-- They started arguing.

It was the most beautiful sound
I've ever heard in my life.

The guy was like,
"Where you goin', boy?"

I said, "I'm going to the-- to
the theater. Can you direct me?"

He said, "Y'all get on the road.

that way."

The friend was like,
"No,."

It was almost--

It sounded like someone started
a Mumford & Sons concert

in their mouth, 'cause one
minute they were talking

and then they got into it
and the guy was like,

♪ that way ♪

Nigger.

The reason I'll never forget
Lexington, though,

is because I met a woman
out there.

A gorgeous, gorgeous woman.

I'll never forget her
till the day I die.

She walks into the lobby
of the theater

where I was standing
with some friends,

and she was absolutely stunning.

A classic Southern belle.

She had long, big blond hair,

giant boobs.

She strutted her stuff
into the lobby,

pushing people out of the way.

She made her way straight
for me, straight for me.

Came to me, pointed me
in the face, and she was like,

"Excuse me, baby.
Excuse me, honey.

May I chat to you for a moment,
please?"

I said, "Yes, of course.
Hi, hi. How are you?

How are you, ma'am?"

She said, "Honey,
I just want to let you know

"that you are by far
the funniest

and handsomest nigger
I done ever seen!"

And I was like, "What?"

I was so shocked.

'Cause isn't it "most handsome,"
not "handsomest"?

Their grammar
is just crazy, man.

No, you guys have been
too much fun.

Thank you so much
for coming out tonight.

I had a great time with you.
Thank you very much.