"The vast ignorance..."
I live with white people right now in California. Older more mature white people have sense and even though they may believe something ridiculous about black people, they have enough sense to keep most of that crap in their heads (even then, some ignorance leaks out). Unfortunately, I am among younger people all the time and they say things like, "I like your kind of black people then regular black people." (this child speaks in reference to the fact that my heritage is Caribbean, specifically Grenadian.) I do not even believe he under stands the richness of Caribbean culture and how it has defined me as a person, nor does he not understand that I better associate with "regular" black people over white people. He probably saw a video of some Rastafarian men and thought they were cool. The joke mentioned about how I can only see your teeth on the dark was almost close to n-word status. Or the big teeth/smile that all white people seem to notice first. I love being black. If given the choice between being black or Hispanic, my black pride will not let me chose Hispanic. But people who could get away with making a choice for either ethnicity will definitely try. This entry may have seemed to be all over the place but this is just snippets of what I may expand on as I continue to blog. I'm going to take sometime in my blog to address the the ignorance that white people have of black culture, yet recognizing the over-indulgence that black people have of white culture. It is insane to be so under-educated about a major minority group within your country. Please take some time to watch the above video. Jesus loves all of ya'll. (Interpretation: Jesus love all of you all)
Yeah right. I did my hair. Actually my friend did it for me. My ends are a little frazzled. Unfortunately, the lady that I wanted to cut my hair waited until it was too late to contact me. She wants to reschedule for next week and if my hair is indicator now, she will be cutting off at least an inch, which means protective styles for the rest of the year. So I didn't get a proper trim because she was not free for the time she scheduled me. My ends look horrid! But I look fly. We fly high, no lie,... Yeah... So anyway... Praise God I'm 26 years old. In other news, focusing on God is getting harder. But I am up for the challenge. I need to be in order to come correct with God. And be prepared for Jesus and other things.
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