The plane was encountering severe problems on a transatlantic flight.
Then it got really rough. Finally the pilot – a “good ‘ol southern boy” announced in a pronounced drawl:

“Folks… y’all can tell we’re havin’ trouble. We can’t maintain altitude. So throw the entire luggage off the plane, we’ll lighten the load and get outta this mess.”

The luggage went out but it wasn’t much better. The pilot then announced:

“We’re in real trouble here. We’re still too heavy. We’re gonna have to lose a few people to save all of the rest of us. The only thing I can think of is to do this in alphabetical order.
So here goes, starting with ‘A’.”
“Will all the African-Americans please stand up.”

Nobody moved.

“Will all the Blacks please stand up.”

Still nobody moved.

“Will all the Colored’s please stand up.”

Again, nobody moved.
A young Black child turned to her mother:

“Mom, aren’t we all of those things?”

Her mother replied:

“Nope. Today, we are Schvartzes.