I sat in a restaurant listening to the black woman in the booth behind me describe her trip to Africa to find her roots to her lunch companion. I’m condensing it.
You have no idea what prejudice is. They can look at you and tell you’re not from their tribe. I’ve never felt so threatened. If it weren’t for the armed guards, I’d be dead. Everybody there hated everyone else because they look different. They’re all black and skin color doesn’t matter.
Chris Rock said, “Who’s more racist, white people or black people? Black people, because we hate black people, too!”
When Muhammad Ali was in Zaire for the George Foreman fight, they asked him what he thought of Africa, and he responded, “Thank God my Granddaddy Got On That Boat!”
Back when I was going through the credentialing camp, one of the guys I crossed paths with quite often during the first year was from Africa. He spoke an interesting, accented "English english" and was invariably polite and engaging, though generally pretty focused on his studies in and out of classes.
To say he had no appreciation for the black American culture of the time would be an understatement. He was repelled by it. Some of the more pithy observations he made to me would have gotten him kicked off the campus today as a racist.