White trash...

Can someone please explain to me why a young man of Anglo-Saxon descent, with seemingly little to no fashion sense (sporting a too-large-for-his-head-baseball-cap that he wears backwards), feels the need to greet me as I ride my bike past him with:  "Yo, Yo, Niggar, wasup?"  Then laughing hysterically as he feels he's not only impressed his friends walking with him, but he is simply the best comedic talent in all of Mentor, OH.

Here's a clue my young friend, manage to graduate, OK.  Yo, Yo...I am off to study for my entrance exams to college....

Geez....I gotta get out of this town....the sooner the better.