When I was in the army, my room mate was a good christian man. I never failed to see him pray. He was a good worker in the motor pool. I met his family. Good people. He was black. Sure some are bad but there are bad people of any race. So I’m not tired of hearing of black people.
I also have know personally some wonderful black people who never preach about being black.
I’ve entertained them in my home.
I’m talking about the constant,incessant bleating about the black culture and the black experience and racism etc.
It seems to be endless these days.