…is that there isn’t a salient quality. More so that among whites, every black person is unique, shaped by tragic incidents in the past or multifarious family backgrounds and decades of having to suppress HATRED towards the people who are trying to help them, some knowing how and some not. I realized a long time ago that I was NOT one of the people who knew how so I just give space to black men and women in the supermarket et cetera and I get in trouble for that too.
In California a tall, good-looking Black woman in the supermarket just took one look at me and started laughing.
In ice cold Buffalo, Black men and women were COMPLETELY segregated. (That was thirty years ago. It may have changed. In Germantown, Maryland, DC, there was. as you could expect, there was a homogenized mix of EVERY race color and creed and I was bewildered. After a few months I completely cracked up I have been here before and I am not going to go over the nature of the breakdown again. But it was similar to the one that happened here except that I was out of control and loud and screaming. Here, I knew what I was doing. I was encountering an ALIEN. That IS what happened.
I sense that my father is trying to move forces against me. He is a very jealous man. He is going to be found out for using my own written material against me. I think he has started a blog and that is where he is using it.
Un.Bon.Mot 