These people whining about how bad things are for blacks kill me. When my parents were young, there were stores and restaurants they couldn’t go into. In some stores, they couldn’t try on clothes. There were many neighborhoods that were closed to them, even if they had the money to buy property in them.
And yet, none in my parents’ generation sought to rob, beat, and harass others to take what they wanted. They got educations, and yes, some of them marched on Washington, they used their power of the vote and they changed their lives and the lives of their children.
Now we’ve got this mess of young black males who want to do everything but blame themselves for their own predicament. Give me a break. They make me sick.
Good job, and thank your parents for me!
For the mobsters: it’s not to late to clean up your act. Go where the jobs are, work hard at what ever legitimate job you can get, get a GED and then college if you want.