I’d like to end the ridiculous notion about (black and white) in people.
First of all, there is NO SUCH THING as a black man or a white man period.
Don’t believe me? Try this experiment yourself. You so called white people, get a sheet of plain white paper, place it behind your hand and compare, are they the same?, of course not. Now you so called black people, find something that’s really black, like electrical tape, and place it next to your hand, are they the same?, or course not. Every single human on this earth are the same color, BROWN. Oh, we are differing shades of brown, from very light tan to very dark brown, but, none the less, we’re all the same color.
Now for a story. I grew up in Newark NJ in the 50′s where there was no such thing as different water fountains. When I was about 10 or 11, our families, (mine and my father’s sister’s) went on a vacation to Virginia beach. On the way, we stopped at my mother’s father’s home in Smithfield NC for a few days to visit. Being the adventurous young boy that I was, went for a walk downtown alone. I was shocked when I saw a sign at the only movie theater in town, “Colored balcony”, along with the obvious, ” colored water fountain” Colored seating area, etc. I must say that it was strange to me, never having seen anything like that back home. Well, later on that day, toward evening, a few of the family members were sitting on the front porch BS-ing when an old pickup truck stalled in front of the house. Out came an old gentleman, who acted scared while he tried to get the truck started. He seemed afraid because he was looking around every few minutes. Now my uncle was an auto mechanic so he and my father walked over to the old man and asked what the problem was. the old man rather sheepishly said that he didn’t know. So, my uncle took a look at the engine and came to the conclusion that his battery was dead. My uncle went to his car, started it up and pulled it up next to the truck. He went to the trunk of his car and got jumper cables and proceeded to jump the old man’s pickup. Well, to make a long story short, the truck started and the old man almost fell over himself thanking my uncle and drove off just as the sun went down. I thought no more of it until the next day. We were again sitting on the porch, ( it seemed porch sitting was the thing they did down there), low and behold, about 1 PM that same pickup, with the old man, and one of his sons, stopped in front of the house. They got out and pulled a tarp off the bed and started to unload a whole bed full of fresh picked vegetables and fruits, there must have been 200 lbs, and brought them over to my uncle, thanking him again for the simple act of kindness. I must tell you, that from that day, the mind of a young boy was changed forever. True story.