I was brought up to be feel that blacks had gotten a raw deal in the past, and to be careful to be open-minded about the black people I met.
Now, a couple of generations later, after many observations, I’m more prejudiced than ever.
I can still relate just find to individual blacks, but like Jesse Jackson, I’ve drawn conclusions about the averages, in my case based on personal experience.
Yup.
Except I was not raised to be kid-glove with them, just to ignore the visual cues.
Not at all the fault of my parents how I have experienced the set, both personally and via news.
My experience also. Living in the inner city was like having the Jerry Springer show in my front yard. Every. Single. Day.
Moved to a tiny town 10 years ago. Haven’t seen a fight, a stabbing, a shooting, or heard any rap music since. Not even once.
On Fridays sometimes I go to the fish fry at a local black church. We sit down and eat together and it’s all good. The operative word here is “church.”