If you think I’m asking your approval I pity you honey
The fact you don’t understand the term our black man from the 1950s or 1960s Deep South says more than you than me
The fact you assume in your smug superiority it’s auto racism is your problem
I’ve lived in north
Manhattan for eight years
Don’t try to lecture me thinking blacks have it better amongst Yankees
That dog don’t hunt
The white Christian world from the Urals westward to Our nation and onwards to Australia is under assault by non whites and you’re still virtue signaling like a brainless rabbit hoping for a group hug
I pity you
You need to get out more
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