Same here except the original black music, blues. Country blues, Chicago blues, Mississippi Delta blues, Texas blues, electric blues, white British blues. As a white suburban kid who grew up playing blues records til the needle wore through the vinyl...and who has arrived at a nightclub three hours before opening to guarantee a seat up front for Albert King—I even got to meet him and shake his enormous hand, which I won't forget—I have to laugh when some leftoid robot calls me a racist.
Again, white supremacists don't even want to be within 10 feet of a black person, let alone go out of their way to wait in line to give them money or (gasp!) touch one. Impossible ever to touch a black person if you're a white racist. The thought of it alone would be abhorrent, even viscerally nauseating. This is how many of our parents were raised, it was just how it was. Thank God we fixed that shit. Everyone's equal now, by law. Institutional, systemic racism is absolutely nonexistent in this country, period. It's a total myth perpetuated by the hate-left.
All the racial division is being pimped by the amoral hate-left democrats, founders of the KKK. Right wingers, republicans, libertarians, and white people who are not hateful democrat race baiters just want peace. We want what MLK wanted: equality so equal that you don't even notice or mention skin color any more, but just go by quality, the content of character. Equality such that when I encounter a black man, I don't have to wonder if he's been programmed to hate me enough for being the wrong color to do violence against me over a perceived slavery connection or something.
As it is, unless he's dressed professionally or in some other non-threatening (read: non-ghetto) fashion, I always have to be on alert, in a state of simmering fear for my physical safety. Hence the term "white neighborhood" and "black neighborhood". If I stay with others who look like me, if I'm not on his turf, he can't get mad at me and attack me for my looks.
Black dudes: We don't hate you for your color. (That was previous generations. We got educated out of that un-Christian attitude, largely by white TV programmers putting Rev. MLK on TV so we could see someone promoting nonviolence and equality and togetherness.) We're just afraid YOU might hate US for OUR color. That's why we cross the street. We don't hate you; we think you might hate us.
And to be honest, the whole BLM thing ain't helping much, when whites can show up in support and solidarity, and be angrily ordered to get to the rear of the crowd because the rally is for blacks only.
/rant
Same here except the original black music, blues. Country blues, Chicago blues, Mississippi Delta blues, Texas blues, electric blues, white British blues. As a white suburban kid who grew up playing blues records til the needle wore through the vinyl...and who has arrived at a nightclub three hours before opening to guarantee a seat up front for Albert King—I even got to meet him and shake his enormous hand, which I won't forget—I have to laugh when some leftoid robot calls me a racist.
Again, white supremacists don't even want to be within 10 feet of a black person, let alone go out of their way to wait in line to give them money or (gasp!) touch one. Impossible ever to touch a black person if you're a white racist. The thought of it alone would be abhorrent, even viscerally nauseating. This is how many of our parents were raised, it was just how it was. Thank God we fixed that shit. Everyone's equal now, by law. Institutional, systemic racism is absolutely nonexistent in this country, period. It's a total myth perpetuated by the hate-left.
All the racial division is being pimped by the amoral hate-left democrats, founders of the KKK. Right wingers, republicans, libertarians, and white people who are not hateful democrat race baiters just want peace. We want what MLK wanted: equality so equal that you don't even notice or mention skin color any more, but just go by quality, the content of character. Equality such that when I encounter a black man, I don't have to wonder if he's been programmed to hate me enough for being the wrong color to do violence against me over a perceived slavery connection or something.
As it is, unless he's dressed professionally or in some other non-threatening (read: non-ghetto) fashion, I always have to be on alert, in a state of simmering fear for my physical safety. Hence the term "white neighborhood" and "black neighborhood". If I stay with others who look like me, if I'm not on his turf, he can't get mad at me and attack.