Danni: Move to Chicago for a while. Home of Jesse Jackson. Trust me you'll hear plenty of it.
Fresno: You don't know a thing about me, chief. You THINK you know because some dipstick with a microphone told you so. Racism doesn't make me feel good in any way shape or form. Walking into the grocery store in the Puerto Rican neighborhood I moved into made me feel like crap.
This nonsense of making inflaming every POSSIBLE comment or scenario into a "racist" comment or action is so far beyond out of control it's sickening. You feel slighted... tough. My people have been slighted long before yours even set foot in America.
Blacks are just as racist, if not more, than all the white people combined. I could sit here and regale you with stories about it... but that won't matter to you. I don't even care that you hate me because I'm white. You can hate me all day, dude... this is America and frankly you have the RIGHT to feel any way you dang well feel like feeling.
But here's the kicker.... so do I. So does everyone else. The only people I hate in this world are ignorant morons that walk through life thinking they're above other people. We're all the same. Punch me in the nose I bleed. Stab me in the heart I die. Indignation won't stop it. Money won't stop it. A bible and a gold cross won't stop it.
Crying and kicking your feet about how unfair the world is isn't a way to live your life either. I've been slighted. I've been beat up because I'm white. I've been SPIT on because I'm white. The d-bags that did it didn't even know me or care to know me. I don't much care. F-Them... I don't harbor a grudge against every Mexican or every Black person because of it.
You think the way you want... but the way you think if childish and it is the product of listening to the wrong people. It's the product of listening to people who -THINK- they are part of a movement that started so long ago... but are unfortunately just a pale and corrupt shadow of the real MEN (and women, Danni) that started that movement and who DIED for it.
My grandma watched me a lot on Fridays in the summer when I was a kid. It was Filet-O-Fish for lunch and dinner. It tasted like crap but it was a little break in between the stand-sit-kneel work out she put me through with 3 masses O.o