Today I was at a meeting with two other persons, both of whom happen to be not-white.
Both of them grew up in the place we Southern Boys refer to as “up North” (for reasons not needing to be stated, their forebears fled the South generations ago).
The conversation turned to Trayvon Martin.
They have no direct experience of Jim Crow. Not having lived it, they don’t really get it.
For some fool reason, they expect to be treated like real live human beings wherever they may happen to be. They didn’t get the message that the color of one’s skin changes everything.
I am damned glad that they didn’t get that message, and I damn that message.
That messages destroys good and celebrates evil.
I must stop now, for all I have left is profanity.