Conductor: [stopping Gandhi on the train in South Africa] What are you doing in here, coolie?
Gandhi: I reserved this car. I have a ticket.
Conductor: How did you get hold of it?
Gandhi: I sent for it by post. I am an attorney.
European Passenger: An attorney! There are no colored attorneys in South Africa - move your black ass into third class where it belongs!
Porter: I'll take your luggage, sir...
Gandhi: No, wait.
[he takes out his card and shows it]
Gandhi: You see? 'Mohandas K. Gandhi, Attorney at Law.' I am on my way to Pretoria to conduct a case...
European Passenger: Didn't you hear me? There are no colored attorneys in South Africa!
Gandhi: Sir, I was called to the bar in London, and enrolled in the High Court of Chancery. I am therefore an attorney. And since I am, in your eyes, 'colored,' I think we can deduce that there is at least one colored attorney in South Africa.