Stan, man, don’t get me started with the black thing. I’m beyond repulsed by that whole thing. The double standards in the world are just out of control. They can use colors to identify with something and we cannot, yet we’re always the racists.
I’m tired of seeing BET, Black chic’s rock on Xbox and anything with “black” in the title. If we created WET (white entertainment TV) we’d be called racists, there would be protests, riots, killing. If we started ANY ORGANIZATION with the word white, we’d be racists. I don’t want to see or start a white organization, but my point is, if someone wanted to, they should be able to. What’s right for one should be right for the other.
I recently was called a racist for worshipping “Jesus the Jew” and for not acknowledging that Jesus was/is black. After that comment, I have no bones telling people of color what I think of them for playing this race card. How dare they attempt to dictate who I worship.and what my Lord may look like.
My belief is, if Jesus existed, his appearance would most likely be middle eastern. But who really knows or cares enough to fight about it or call a person a racisr? If Jesus is black with 3 heads, I’m cool with that. But if we don’t know for sure, you can’t go around calling someone racist for not believing as you do.
I have no issues with anyone believing their spiritual force looking and being whatever they want them to be. My issue is when you bash me for my beliefs and try to force feed me your racist way of thinking. Yet I’m the racist? Seriously? I will not eat double standards and could care less what people think of me. I speak my mind about it whenever I can.
Speaking of the N word, it blows me away that such an ugly word which they hated since it was used for the first time, is so widely accepted and used by them. My way of thinking now? If the shoe fits, wear it with pride.
Idiots don’t even realize they make their entire race, including the wonderful black folks, look bad.
I’ve never had a racist bone in my body. I’ve had rappers in my studio for many years. I have black friends over my house, I broke the racism barrier with my parents when they were alive because they had issues with black folks from years ago living in Philly as kids being beat up. Having my parents accept black folks was a special day for me.
So when someone calls me a racist, I go postal. In first grade I invited 2 little black boy twins to my birthday party at my house. My mom felt she needed to hide it from my dad. When he got home, I told him. Those little children did nothing to him.
To this day, I’m friends with those twins. I recently saw them at my highschool reunion. One of them hugged me and said “you are love…when my brother and I think of you we see love. Thank you for always accepting us.” I didn’t know what to say man. So I teared up and hugged him super tight.
I try like heck not to allow the world to make me bitter or change me. But it seems to be getting harder and harder. I’m a guy who calls it like he sees it. Wrong is wrong and right is right. The problem is, no one has the guts to step up and admit being wrong nor do they step up to the plate to help fix the wrong for the future.
We live in a world where blame is placed on everyone and every thing other than the person/people who are guilty of starting the mess. So much gets swept under the rug, it’s beyond pathetic.
Anyway, oh yeah…Gearspace…screw them too. LMAO! Sorry for hijacking, Emma!