Why Are Our Parks So White?

>> I’m from the South and have lived here almost all my life <<

Not from the same South as me. The rural black people I know don’t swim, and they don’t climb mountains or go to national parks. But fish and hunt? You betcha!

What do you fear the most while in a park? A group of Rangers, a group of teenage European tourists, a group of teenage Asian tourists, or a group of teenage blacks, a group of bears, or a herd of bison?

"Excellent question with no answer required."

I dunno about that. I mulled it over and decided that it would depend upon conditions of the moment.

If it involved use of motor vehicles, and it just happened to be "a group of teenage Asian tourists" driving multiple vehicles --- then those are to be the most feared, by far.

DWO=the rolling terrors of the freeways, side-streets, and parking lots of North America

You’re still on here trying to peddle your thinly-veiled white supremacist crap?! Good lord.

Hey, look what I found here:

https://m.youtube.com/#/user/AlturaCt

Seems our favorite white supremacist Freeper likes some.....interesting....videos on YouTube. David Duke. Jared Taylor. Brother Nathanael. A veritable who’s who of white supremacist morons.

>> The Black enclave in the summer is comparatively small to the overall visiting population <<

Maybe so. I can’t find the statistics either way. All I know is that among the wealthiest and best educated “blacks” in the I-95 corridor from DC to Boston, Martha’s Vineyard seems to be THE PLACE for vacationing.

When I was little, my Catholic school had a funny but wise old book called “city mouse and country mouse.” In commedy the city mouse and country mouse switched places for a little time. Their interpretations and tolerances for the things they saw in their new environment was hilarious.

I’m a country mouse. I need land - space around me. I need lost of vegetables and flowers and trees; critters, birds and bees. I need to walk and jog in the woods (armed). I need to lay on my back and look at the stars at night. I take in the sweet smells of the country. I don’t mind going days not seeing people or talking to them when I choose. I love to pray in gardens and have barbecues and eat outside. I love boating down a lazy river and kayaking in the ocean. It leaves my mind restful and open for creative ideas to develop business and painting ideas and problem solve.

If I had to live in a packed, stinky, with skyscrapers blocking the sun and sky and few trees and flowers...my heart would break and spirit would be crushed. I can’t imagine what it would be like living in a sea of humanity. I can’t imagine jogging down packed city streets/sidewalks or riding on pubic transportation, packed in with people I don’t want to be near, like sardines.

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