1. My third great-grandfather owned a few slaves. I was born ninety-two years after they were freed and thus never benefitted from their labor not caused them any pain. Hell — I didn’t even know the old man owned slaves until I discovered a record of his will.
2. I grew up in a mostly-white, blue-collar town. It was nothing fancy, but still a nice place to grow up. About thirty years ago, the demographics began to change. There was white flight. A lot of people sold their homes for cheap . Now the town is 80% black. Thirty percent of the homes are now abandoned or in ruins. One whole subdivision was bulldozed. Eighty percent of the people are on some kind of public
assistance. Crime is rampant. The school district, which was once among the better ones in the state, is now one of the worst.
Blacks need to start owning their problems.
What you are describing IS the reparations: Housing, meals, and education provided by primarily white taxpayers to blacks who don’t contribute one cent to any of it.
We’ve had de facto reparations for half a century now...