Here’s the line black males use on white girls: “Why don’t you want to go out with me? You racist or something?”
Yeah that’ll grab a girl’s heart huh? Well when I was in junior high they’d just come along and grab a$$ at the lockers. I don’t even think racist accusations were brought up nearly as much in the 80’s as they are now.
Btw when I complained to the guidance counselor after they’d done it a couple times she had the nerve to ask if I was doing anything to “lead them on” and being mindful of how I dressed. Yeah, because being a shy 13 year old I would be a pro at that (eye roll.)
7/01/2013 Essay by a Teacher in a Black High School
Below is an excerpt from a repost of the rants and raves section of the Mobile, AL Craigslist. The original is a long read, ~ 11 pages.
The truth is usually a tough thing to accept, so I understand if this is flagged. It would be a cowardly thing to do, but I understand it. Some people just ignore unpleasant truths. However, if you think ignoring the problem, or trying to censor the truth, will help our black children improve, youre dreaming. This is important, so Im happy to repost indefinitely if necessary. I find it interesting that NO ONE has had the intellect to refute anything in the essay. They can only attempt to censor it, as if doing so somehow makes it invalid. Weak minds, weak minds.
Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state.
The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like chaotic or poor learning environment or lack of discipline do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey.
Most whites simply do not know what black people are like in large numbers, and the 1st encounter can be a shock. ...
... What about black boys and white girls? No 1 is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. Ive witnessed the following drama countless times. A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. Its more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, When you gonna go wit me?
There are 2 kinds of reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black and shouts, I dont wanna go out with you! The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no.
There is only 1 response from the black boy: You racis. Many girls all too many actually feel guilty because they do not want to date blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.
There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from blacks especially the boys.
Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. Its uncanny. ...