Category: Dear Black People

What’s my objection? In a word. None. I have no argument with what the man is actually saying. It’s the sound byte. The headline. I’m on his email list. So a week or so ago it appeared. That headline zapped me. Dear White People “Reverse Racism” is Not Real, So Stop Using the Term Actually,…

I had a  run-in recently with some hard-headed, willfully obtuse neo-separatist bigots. The Black kind, (I don’t even talk to the White kind). I had made an assertion earlier that I should be spoken to as a peer, as an equal, not typecast as a White troll because I’m identifiable as what’s referred to there…

We were born in the same school district, Argo, Illinois, under the sickly sweet stench of the Argo corn starch factory.  He moved away when he was nine.   He was sadistically slaughtered on my third birthday, August 28, 1955.  He was fourteen.