“when I was growing up black people DID NOT act this way”
In 1966, outside of Selma Alabama, our car slipped in some mud and landed in a ditch. A half dozen black guys (farm workers from the look) came walking over...and they insisted on helping my Dad get the car out of the ditch. Nor would they take any payment. Offered a “God bless!” and they went back to their work.
That America was a vastly better place. We’re more prosperous now, but men were better back then. And so were women! Black or white, just better people all around!
That was before the Democrats decided on welfare policies intended to break up black families, and make them permanent wards of the State.
Such courtesies were extended through the 1980s. I remember when I was working a college job at NASA in Greenbelt, MD. I was walking across the campus from one building to another, and an ankle gave way. Note: In case anybody hasn’t gathered, I’m White.
Anyway, the people who helped me out after I injured myself were Black workers — both men and women — at a loading dock. They took me inside and called an ambulance that took me to a local hospital. The ambulance personnel and the hospital staff took good care of me, and they were all Black, except maybe for the doctor.
Down here in Pensacola, there are a lot of Black people, but there doesn’t seem to be much of that ghetto culture going on. Most Black people seem either kind or indifferent, not hostile, and the Black neighbors on my street are good people as well. When I first got down here in 2021, I lived in an AirBNB in a Black neighborhood, and the only trouble I encountered was a couple kids hitting me up for money.