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I’m a white dude from suburban Utah. About 15 years ago, I had a friend who was a black dude from Baltimore. I was taking to him about the n-word one day and he said to me, “You can call me that ‘cause we’re tight. But that dude [he pointed to just some other guy near where we were] can’t. We’re not friends. I don’t…

Uhhh. . . White dude here. I love Mariah - and have for decades. Um, I didn’t know she was biracial. I just thought she was a badass, black singing diva.

Clearly, we don’t know what happened prior to the video. It seems to me there is a history of animosity of some sort. Either that, or the dude was just having a bad day and snapped. Either way, that reaction was not appropriate.

Unfortunately, my friend - a lot of us are looking back at the W years as the good ole days. 

Words do matter? Whose words? What words? #allwordsmatter #whitewordsmatter. . . How the fuck does this dude keep staying out of jail?

I’m a white dude in Utah. Pretty sure my maternal grandfather’s lineage comes from early, early English folks. This country wasn’t made for us either. We were just the best at stealing shit. But I get what your grandmother meant. And she’s not wrong. 

This white dude in Utah also enjoyed this story way too much. 

This is brilliant. I read The Root regularly anyway - but this one. . . man, this is brilliant. Thank you, Michael. (From your token middle class white guy)

Or, you know, learn how to add single-digit numbers in your head.