There's been a lot of talk in the past few days, weeks, months, about race in America. Now I know, you will say I talk about race a lot. Well, I don't have the luxury of not having to deal with it so briefly, here goes, I am going to sum up my feelings on race.
Whereas, black people, heck all minorities, know about white people, minorities remain somewhat of a mystery to whites. No, white person, you MAY NOT, touch my hair. Not because I'm afraid you'll mess it up, but come on, what am I? A dog???? But it's not always such simple lapses in knowledge. I've met people who didn't know HBCUs existed and then questioned why it was needed, there weren't white colleges. Well, colleges in general are white. They cater to white history and black students are often sparse. Please note I said black, because Asians, Africans, and whatever else are getting theirs. Believe it.
Also how many of your white friends go see Tyler Perry movies? How many buy their kids black barbies? How many read black authors? Hell, how many cook greens? Yeah. Not many.
However, I do see movies with predominantly white casts. I do read white authors. I cook asparagus.
So, there's the difference America. The average white person, no matter how educated, is no more in tune with black culture than his or her grandfather was. Sure some watched the Cosby Show, they listen to rap, they even date blacks. But they don't know the culture the way blacks and Hispanics know theirs.
I blame it on them never having been invisible in the homes of blacks. Who knew Scarlett O' Hara best? Mammy. Who knew Benji best? Dilsi. That's just how it is. So we shall live, as we always have. In fear and total awe of one another.
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