A Meeting of Great Black Inventors – Astronomy Club

Welcome, inventors.
My name is Elijah McCoy. In this room lies
some of the brightest Black minds
this country has to offer. Nerds. And that is George
Washington Carver. What up, what up, what up?
Anybody want a peanut? I know you want one.
Okay. I have gathered us together
with the hopes that our inventions can further
the cause of the American Negro, and change the world. Mr. Morgan,
would you like to start? Of course. As you know, my gas
masks saved thousands of lives during the great World War. My next invention uses light
to help facilitate traffic. I call it the traffic light.
Yes. Pretty good. It’s not peanut butter good,
but it’s pretty good. Is this man serious? Madam, what do you
have to report? Mm-hmm (affirmative).
Yes. Well, my hair
and beauty products have not only made me
a millionaire, but have ensured
that Black women everywhere will never feel insecure
about their hair ever again. What them edges though? Okay, we’re going
to figure this out. We’re going to figure this out.
These edges? Getting a little salty, huh?
Like a peanut. Oh God. Yeah, sit down,
you just jealous. Or should I say
peanut butter and jealous. High-five!
She got a pipe in her hand. Apparently, you believe
that your inventions are of greater significance
than the rest of us. I invented peanut butter. Yes, George, it’s literally the
only thing you’ve ever invented. Okay, I think you’re forgetting
about the paint I made from peanut oil. How could we forget
about peanut paint? Oh, that’s right, because
it’s a stupid fucking idea. Is it, or is you just
peanut butter and jealous? Jealous? My lubrication devices
have made train travel in this country more efficient. Train travel ain’t the only
device it’s been lubricating, if you know what I mean.
Talking about these nuts. You’re a goddamn idiot. And you’re peanut butter
and jealous, and you peanut butter
and jealous, and you peanut butter
and jealous. Every Negro in here
is peanut butter and jealous. Nigga Enough! Everyone in this room
has an invention that has bettered
the African-American image. We are real inventors,
using actual science. I invented the carbon filament
in light bulbs. Do you know what I am saying? Motherfuckers can’t see without
me. Look at this. Look. At.
This. That’s a goddamn miracle! That is something
that will have my name etched in the pages of history.
But you haven’t invented shit. You’re a fucking peanut farmer!
You play with peanuts. We’re trying to change
the goddamn world, and this nigga here playing
with motherfucking peanuts. Is that how y’all really feel? Yes. Yeah. Mm-hmm (affirmative). Well, I am a real inventor.
I invented peanut butter, and everybody loves
peanut butter! Even if you allergic to peanuts,
you love peanut butter. I don’t need y’all.
I don’t need any of y’all. I’m George
Washington Carver! And y’all, y’all just
peanut butter and jealous! Yo, why would you … Just take the bowl. Well, that is the last time
anyone will ever hear the name
George Washington Carver, but they will remember me,
Lewis Latimer.

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