There’s strength in numbers...especially when it comes to white supremacy. Schools teach racial ignorance & lies to get more recruits. Schools know if you don’t know better you won’t do better.

“black people problem”

According to NBC News, apparently they were tasked with creating a jingle based on the post-Civil War Reconstruction era for their U.S. History class.

We were fed Christianity during the time of slavery, and since then the church has been both a beacon of hope and an institution of oppression for black people.

That’s the vibe I was getting too because this tragedy can happen to any good samaritan. They ain’t blaming her...they are saying they’re scared of getting killed too. It’s the fear of getting murdered by someone you’re trying to help. All they’re saying is give from your heart but watch your back first so you’ll be…

DL Hughley: “The most dangerous place for black people to live is in white people’s imagination.”

Give credit where credit is due. Giving credit doesn’t take anything away from you...unless you’ve cooked some phony treacherous journey that you didn’t have to surpass to get where you are. Story ain’t as good about you getting to the top of the mountain...if everyone one found out you took the elevator up.

Even when sexual harassment & rape horror stories are constantly doubted regardless of the amount of evidence...everybody casts the rapist as the strange creep hiding in the dark. The other scenario are the jocks at school but they always get a free pass because no one wants to ruin their future with rape accusations…

When someone shows you who they are...believe them...ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO HOW THEY LIKE SEX.

Why did you become a cop?

History broke the ground first smh.

My My My...my my my karma sho looks good tonight.

Racism has less to do with the hate in one’s heart and more to do with the hard truths of economics and history.

I hate death.

Smh I had to come back to this one again because I never did play cowboys & indians when I was little. And I came up in the generation where kids still played outside. I came up in the dodge ball, kick ball, Nintendo, Donkey Kong, jump rope & tiddly winks era.

I don’t remember being 1, 2, 3 or 4. After looking back at photos of me during my milk drunk years...I didn’t give a dang about nothing but my bottle, sippy cup, my momma, daddy & a cardboard box. And from looking at my death grip on that bottle...I wasn’t up for playing either.

My situation was different from yours. I had 4 black teachers my whole time at school. 1 was an out of town angel & the other 3 locals treated some black kids like they were lower class citizens because that’s how they acted at home too.

We had stories with black characters & families...but it seems like people started wanted mess instead. We had shows with 2 black parents, a single black mom, church based black shows, single black women who were professionals. We had it all & James Evans would whoop all of our asses if we talked back lol!

Eew where the hell is all of that white foam coming from...is it coming from the hand of a hyped up java junkie or the porn junkie that’s slipping to & out of the bathroom!

Why doesn’t she scream no? Why doesn’t she run away?...Because rapists don’t ask victims if they want to be raped...they just attack.