There was a black reporter who went to Africa to connect with “Mother Africa” and he came back very disgusted about the whole business; his moment of awakening came when he stood on the banks of a river and saw bodies floating by; it was at that moment that he was grateful that his ancestor had been enslaved when he realized that could have been him floating down that river.
I can’t remember the guy’s name.
More of them need to do that. Only then will they realize how good they have it here.