Blacks are racist and selfish, they don't understand or care about America, and there's no hope they'll ever change and become equal to other Americans.
On this basis we shall plot our party's path forward which will rely on the support of blacks like this for our success.
Brilliant!
Your post is so unfair—when blacks took control of South Africa and Zimbabwe they treated whites there as equals under the law....
oh wait.
A common lie here, and a big one. I have a low income so I’ve known thousands of black people over the years, including in all sorts of ways receiving actual help from some of them, unasked! Often times when I don’t even personally know them too. And so often I’ve just been treated fairly and kindly by them, too. I must have at least 10,000 examples that utterly put the opinions of some here to shame.
I haven’t gone into this situation here, but in recent times I was homeless, and part of that time on the street homeless. I’ll anticipate the responses and say that it was due to physical problems on top of others, like no close family. And add I don’t use drugs or alcohol and have worked hard all my life. On shelters, I’ll say that there can be huge problems with them.
In any case, it all just strengthened my Christian faith, and that was certainly one of God’s purposes for it.
And the point as far as this thread goes:
While on the street, I had no income and didn’t panhandle. I wasn’t visibly homeless except for having several bags with me. Occasionally people would just give me money, totally unbidden by me.
And on three occasions, I recall, it was young black people, pleasant personalities, giving me a couple of dollars. Another time an older black woman walking her dog saw my tote bag had a tear in it and went to her apartment and came back with a very nice suitcase for me.
Once when I didn’t make it into one winter shelter at night because a cart I had broke and suddenly I was having to go through all my things piece by piece to figure out what to keep and what to leave, a black man, a pleasant construction worker I didn’t know, saw me and offered me a ride. He nicely dropped me off at another shelter so I didn’t have to spend the night outside.
And then I had a storage locker. It was so vital. At least if I had to be outside, I didn’t have to drag around all my things. Had a place for clothes and laundry detergent. Supplies like hand cream. Papers, my few possessions I still had. And blankets since it was autumn. Money for it became an issue, though. This was during covid so I had that first QE. But I spent quite a bit of it on a couple of air bnbs, hoping I’d get into a housing program while there so I wouldn’t have to be on the actual street. But that didn’t happen.
God kept getting the storage rent to me, though. One month, a dollar here, a dollar there. One time I was able to work with a program picking up trash. Another time I found two cell phones in a park and got them back to their owners and they gave me a reward. There’s another to that since I felt conflicted about accepting a reward, as a Christian.
Anyway, one cold afternoon, I was sitting outside in the city’s downtown. I had a couple of small Christian signs next to me, one with a few Bible verses, their chapters and verses. I made these signs at first because people occasionally just gave me money, and I figured some people wouldn’t want to if they were aware I was a Christian. But it was also a way to bring up God, and many people asked me what the Bible verses were since there was just chapter and verse on the one sign.
So I was sitting there one cold afternoon, and a black man sat down not far away. He started praising the LORD, so I did. Then he prayed for me, so afterwards I prayed for him. He happily thanked me and said he wanted to give me something. He handed me a $20 bill. I told him it was miraculous timing, and at that he reopened his wallet and gave me $10 more. I explained that was even more miraculous because it was just what I’d needed to pay my storage bill. I ended up with about 15 cents left over.
I have had many good experiences with black, as well as some bad, some that somewhat fit the stereotypes and everything in between.
In terms of charity to homeless people, both white and black churches will go out on the street with food and supplies, and will visit shelters too. Several black girl scout groups too.
And then there’s common courtesy. Just the other day on a bus, I accidentally forgot to take my transfer from the machine after paying. As I was sitting down, the pleasant black lady driver started calling me about the transfer. Surely, since I’m white, she might not have bothered.
I often think about the testimonies I have about black people, the truth that God sees and knows. Plenty good and plenty bad. He sees that with people of other races too.
Here’s another recent example.
A couple of weeks ago, I got on a bus after grocery shopping. I have a small cart for groceries. I’m not homeless now. The cart is just for shopping. The bus was pretty crowded and it’s not easy to find a seat where the cart easily is fits. There was seat in the front where people in wheelchairs sit, but the seat was up and I couldn’t get it to go down. So I was just going to stand there. Immediately a black woman tried to make enough room for me to sit with her and the black man behind me tried to get down the seat that I’d struggled with but he couldn’t either. So without a word he moved back so I could have his seat.