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Nope, not any more than you what you take away."I am old enough to remember when race hate was done mostly by whites'. (Thomas Sowell)OK, great, unlike Trump, I feel for and listen to folks. I am sixty and had my ass kicked a few times. By blacks with agendas, too. So are we NOW post racial or not? Perhaps we can get on to bigger and better problems.
And like this means something?
I will say this about Sowell, his so called opinions are very irresponsible and dangerous. They border on lies and are really not completely fact based. He is an economist by education, not a sociologist. His quote is really an example of missing the boat entirely.
Now what is a black with an agenda?
So little Tamir Rice would have been presumed innocent in court had he not been shot and killed within two seconds of the police car arriving. And Walter Scott, who was literally running away from the officer, would have been presumed innocent by the court had he not been killed while running away. Seems like the officers sometimes become judge, jury and executioner on the spot.One of the foundation principles behind our laws is the presumption of innocence.
Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live in. Folks need to stop acting like a racial stereotypes, then you wont be treated like one... Imagine that.I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.My suggestions are >>I don't see any use in this foolishness ... But will comment on some of the aspects instead of just leaving it at that.
There is no difference in the propagation of Black Privileged and White Privilege.
Both are sloppy, self-serving ponderings forced into social existence by a group of people who want something.
They may want to be protected from something, they may want to gain a benefit, they may just want to be assholes ...
Look at the polluted argument the OP makes about OJ Simpson and his rather short career as an announcer.
He wasn't hired just because he was black ... He wasn't hired just because he knew football.
He was hired as an announcer because at the time he was making a pant load of money for advertisers like Hertz.
For whatever reason ... People liked him in the Hertz commercials and the company was making money with OJ as their flagship.
When the NFL didn't recognize the same returns ... And began to suffer more than they gained in public opinion ... Firing OJ was just a money move.
Sure someone can make some kind of connection as to past events and what that amounts to in privilege towards one group or another.
It doesn't matter which direction you point ... The shotgun you are using is going to hit something.
The more important question is what the hell do you suggest we do about it?
My suggestion would be for both sides to grow up ... Get with a better program ... And let's leave all this race based bullshit behind.
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1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)
2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)
3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.
“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.
A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.
A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”
I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.
The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.
Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.
You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.
It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”
That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.
Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.
Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”
I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.
Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.My suggestions are >>I don't see any use in this foolishness ... But will comment on some of the aspects instead of just leaving it at that.
There is no difference in the propagation of Black Privileged and White Privilege.
Both are sloppy, self-serving ponderings forced into social existence by a group of people who want something.
They may want to be protected from something, they may want to gain a benefit, they may just want to be assholes ...
Look at the polluted argument the OP makes about OJ Simpson and his rather short career as an announcer.
He wasn't hired just because he was black ... He wasn't hired just because he knew football.
He was hired as an announcer because at the time he was making a pant load of money for advertisers like Hertz.
For whatever reason ... People liked him in the Hertz commercials and the company was making money with OJ as their flagship.
When the NFL didn't recognize the same returns ... And began to suffer more than they gained in public opinion ... Firing OJ was just a money move.
Sure someone can make some kind of connection as to past events and what that amounts to in privilege towards one group or another.
It doesn't matter which direction you point ... The shotgun you are using is going to hit something.
The more important question is what the hell do you suggest we do about it?
My suggestion would be for both sides to grow up ... Get with a better program ... And let's leave all this race based bullshit behind.
.
1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)
2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)
3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.
“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.
A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.
A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”
I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.
The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.
Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.
You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.
It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”
That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.
Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.
Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”
I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.
So little Tamir Rice would have been presumed innocent in court had he not been shot and killed within two seconds of the police car arriving. And Walter Scott, who was literally running away from the officer, would have been presumed innocent by the court had he not been killed while running away. Seems like the officers sometimes become judge, jury and executioner on the spot.
Sowell has half assed his way into wealth because of dumb white conservatives who suck up his message only because it validates their racial views.
I will say this about Sowell, his so called opinions are very irresponsible and dangerous. They border on lies and are really not completely fact based. He is an economist by education, not a sociologist. His quote is really an example of missing the boat entirely.
Now what is a black with an agenda?
That basically just translates to the idea you think he should get back on the boat heading to your destination.
Whether or not he agrees with you ... I think he is more comfortable where he is than where you want him to go.
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Sowell has half assed his way into wealth because of dumb white conservatives who suck up his message only because it validates their racial views.
That at least makes him qualified to work wit Dr. Deangelo ... Seems they are two peas in a pod (with the exception they have opposing views).
No it says he needs to recite all the facts not half of them. Getting on the boat .and heading in the right direction is where he needs to go. Certainly your destination is not where we need to head.When you have a black ,am inciting white fears by talking about how blacks are starting a race war when we are not, then his ass needs to go back and find the right way.
Look, Sowell is a black man born in North Carolina whose family moved north during the great migration because of racism in the south For him to try making things look like racism hasn't been a problem for blacks is bullshit when it was a problem for him and his family.
No DeAngelo has all the facts correct. You are a testimony to that.
No DeAngelo has all the facts correct. You are a testimony to that.
Dr. Deangelo doesn't present any facts ... Just opinion ... But we have already had that discussion ...
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No it says he needs to recite all the facts not half of them. Getting on the boat .and heading in the right direction is where he needs to go. Certainly your destination is not where we need to head.When you have a black ,am inciting white fears by talking about how blacks are starting a race war when we are not, then his ass needs to go back and find the right way.
Look, Sowell is a black man born in North Carolina whose family moved north during the great migration because of racism in the south For him to try making things look like racism hasn't been a problem for blacks is bullshit when it was a problem for him and his family.
Half the facts ... Opinion alone ... Not much difference in reliability there ...
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She does present facts. You refused to read any of them.
It was enough in reliability that you decided I needed to read it so I could see things from your perspective. A perspective that says anyone who doesn't see things as you do is being race pimped.
She does present facts. You refused to read any of them.
I read them all ... Broke them down and explained them in detail over three days.
All you did was insist she was right for no other reason than you agreed with her and that I must be wrong.
You were wrong then and offered nothing to support your position ... And you are wrong now ...
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Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.My suggestions are >>I don't see any use in this foolishness ... But will comment on some of the aspects instead of just leaving it at that.
There is no difference in the propagation of Black Privileged and White Privilege.
Both are sloppy, self-serving ponderings forced into social existence by a group of people who want something.
They may want to be protected from something, they may want to gain a benefit, they may just want to be assholes ...
Look at the polluted argument the OP makes about OJ Simpson and his rather short career as an announcer.
He wasn't hired just because he was black ... He wasn't hired just because he knew football.
He was hired as an announcer because at the time he was making a pant load of money for advertisers like Hertz.
For whatever reason ... People liked him in the Hertz commercials and the company was making money with OJ as their flagship.
When the NFL didn't recognize the same returns ... And began to suffer more than they gained in public opinion ... Firing OJ was just a money move.
Sure someone can make some kind of connection as to past events and what that amounts to in privilege towards one group or another.
It doesn't matter which direction you point ... The shotgun you are using is going to hit something.
The more important question is what the hell do you suggest we do about it?
My suggestion would be for both sides to grow up ... Get with a better program ... And let's leave all this race based bullshit behind.
.
1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)
2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)
3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.
“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.
A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.
A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”
I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.
The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.
Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.
You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.
It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”
That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.
Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.
Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”
I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.
I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.
You didn't read shit. And all you are going to do here is tell me what I didn't do when I did it. You are the one who presented nothing and you are the one presenting nothing now. I am right here 100 percent. The thing is whites like you cannot accept the truth. This is why you love Sowell.
It was enough in reliability that you decided I needed to read it so I could see things from your perspective. A perspective that says anyone who doesn't see things as you do is being race pimped.
Incorrect ... You are the one trying to change the wording.
I said she was a race pimp because her entire career has been based on peddling race based bullshit.
I cannot help it if you cannot handle what I actually say ... But don't try to change it to better suit your stupid argument ...
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