My life was once saved by a black man and I had a very close relative brutally raped by a black man.
I couldn’t care less about color—the first is a blessed saint and the other an evil bastard damned to Hell—no more no less.
Very well put. Had a co-worker once who always asked the color of the criminal when we were discussing something from the paper. I once asked him if he would feel better if he was robbed by a black man?
He actually replied that at least a black man would have some money. Total idiot.
‘That my children will be judged, NOT by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Still stands today. Except for blacks, who somehow get to blame others, be perennial victims, and carry a chip on their shoulders that any CHILD would be challenged on.
Because? I for one do not feel guilty, nor am I a perpetrator.