niggerskin

A curious, throbbing, impersonal force flowed through me and around me in an unstemmable tide. It was in the music, in the soft, soft niggerskins, in the pale whiteskins.

The voices had begun to circle silently and secretly and purposefully. “You're from Jap-pan pan pan niggerskin, and you made Pearl Harbor where we got you. Rat-ta-tat-tat!”