I don't think so, Bro. Conyers. It is your type that has been giving me hell.
"What makes you like this?" Mr. Conyers asked of Republican blacks.
You did, frat. You made me like this. And the hate that hate produced is coming home.
"Why do you think that getting some money and a title and job is somehow going to change the fact that you are black from the moment you are born till the time you die?"
If I'm not mistaken, you're making it sound like being black is loathesome. And yet I am the one accused of "self hate?" That's sad and funny at the same time.
"If you think having those two stand in the background of Bush putting two black people, very qualified, very admirable, very smart — so what?"
You're right, Bro. Conyers. So what? "So what" that you can't point to these blacks with pride. Others can and do, and not just black people. But don't you know that they both embody the creed of the Bond that both you and I belong? Isn't our creed "Achievement in every field of human endeavor?" Of course it is. Yet you don't appear to like that.
Your day is coming, "brother."
No mercy.
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