I Love Black People

[b]I grew up in several ghettos from Los Angeles to Monroe La to Louisville. Before I knew what racism was I had Hispanic and Black friends, and, we loved each other. What else mattered? We as individuals are not the problem, the world and it's tainted views and systems are. Later in life I was violently mugged by two Black men. This was a weary time for me and left emotional scars and yes, even stereotypical paranoias. At the same time, our white ancestors left serious scars on generations of Blacks, and left them weary too. So what is the answer? A poor mentality will say to exterminate the white race or some crap like that. Do your own research and dig into black perspectives while using empathy if needed. It never hurts to see everyone's side of the story. I also grew up tormented by redneck racist assholes who even hated outsiders and called us yanks. But inside of me is something better than using fire to put out a fire. It's called love. Black or white, why can't we each just see people as individuals instead of stereotyping. I get the feeling that most white racists supreme types are the way they are just to fit in and not be tormented by their own kind.[/b]