NASCAR Culture and Diversity

In celebration of Diversity Week at a Large U.S. Corporation, the Corporation put together teams of different ethnic backgrounds together for a day, to learn about each other cultures and heritages, and lifestyles.
One of the teams consisted of a young Native American from Arizona, fresh out of college. There was a Bosnian Refugee, an Afro – American from Detroit, a Hispanic from Texas, and a White guy from Somewhere in the South.

They spent the day walking walking through the woods near Corporation Headquarters. The Bosian gentleman told horror stories of his entire family hiding in different places as bombs destroyed buildings and bullets whizzed passed their heads. He was very grateful for his new home in the U.S.

The Afro American had grown up in a project in Detroit, working very hard since he was a child to help support his family, and to help them escape poverty. He had been very lucky to be able to go through college because of the Civil Rights Act.

The Hispanic gentleman’s family had came to the U.S. on a work permit to work in the fields and do jobs American’s refused to do for pennies a day in the hot sun. The entire family had went through the Immigration process legally and were full fledged American’s still working hard for pittance in the hot sun every day.

The men discussed their heritages and experiences and shared their lives with each other.

The White guy wasn’t sure what his cultural heritage was, so he talked about the culture of NASCAR, it’s history, and how Diversity and Inclusion was a top priority these days. He told them he had been raising hound dogs for hunting like Elliot Sadler, his favorite NASCAR driver. He thought maybe he should get a different male for breeding. He thought there might be something wrong all the males he had now. He had used his breeding bitches pups so he didn’t have to spend any more money on his puppy mill.

The Native American rolled his eyes and changed the subject. He talked about the Earth being our Mother and how she provided any need that man could have. He said there are certain laws of nature that should never be broken. Suddenly, he ran up a hill to the mouth of a small cave.
“Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!” he called into the cave and listened closely until he heard an answering, “Wooooo! Wooooo! Woooooo!”
He then tore off his clothes and ran into the cave.

The White Guy was puzzled and asked the remaining men what that was all about. “Was that Indian crazy or what?”
The Hispanic gentlemen replied “No, it is an old custom…
at manhood, when a young Indian Brave saw a cave, they would yell ‘Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!’ into the opening of the cave. If they got an answer back, it meant there would be a beautiful woman in there waiting for them.
He asked the White Guy, “Didn’t you just hear him tell you that ancient story?” He shook his head and wondered if the White Guy listened to anyone besides himself. How rude.

Just then they came upon another cave. The Bosnian and the Afro-American got a little nervous and said they needed to go home and left.

The Hispanic man ran up to the cave, stopped, and yelled: “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!!” Immediately, there was the answer, “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!” from deep inside. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and ran into the opening. He came back out of the cave with 20 beautiful Hispanic women, 10 men and a bunch of children. They all ran as fast as they could, in different directions, into the woods.

The White Guy was puzzled, and decided to wander around in the woods alone for a while, to try to think on a deeper level about life. He then spied a third large cave. He looked in amazement at the size of the huge opening.
He thought, “Hoo WHEE!. Man! Look at the size of this cave! It is bigger than the one the Indian or the Mexican found. There must be some really big, fine women in this cave!”
He stood in front of the opening and hollered with all his might “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!”
Like the others, he then heard an answering call, “WOOOOOOOOO,WOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOO!”
With a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face, he raced into the cave, tearing off his clothes as he ran…

The following day, the headline of the local newspaper read….




  1. Did I just chuckle at that? Oh crap!! 😛

  2. I’m still ALIVE they lied!

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