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I try to be hopefully and, on some level, I am. But I have genuine fear for young Americans. I see where we’ve gone from say the early ‘60’s to now — I want very much to think we can restore some of what we had, but at the risk of sounding in despair I simply don’t see it happening.

I believe I know these people who are now in charge — radical leftists from the same mold as those I knew back in the day. I want to trust the black person walking next to me in the mall, but I don’t — The blacks I knew in the late ‘60’s were all nice, decent people — I met them at work and at parties — nicely dressed, going to college, attending church, etc. But I now know that almost all of them were embracing Wright’s Black Lib Theology.

So, while of course I’m going to be cautious around blacks who look like thugs, I’m also hyper aware that the nicely dressed black woman carrying a briefcase could very well be harboring hatred for me while smiling in my face. And, laughing at my (once, long ago) white guilt trip.

I was once the biggest champion of everything that would lift up blacks — I’ve got street creds to prove it — but those days are long gone. It’s very very sad.

I’m rambling — my apologies.