Wrong. Some whites maybe have, but you cant put all of us in a box sir.
Put me in a box., and youre as bad as those you digress with.
No race has the market cornered on stupid/greedy/brutal/selfish, and anything else I may have left out.
Black Americans Supported the 1994 Crime Bill, Too
Many black leaders saw the notoriously harsh law as an imperfect solution to unbearable levels of urban crime.
And while I DISAGREE 10000000% with both Regeans escalation of the war, and then the even more escalation under Clinton,it fact many black leaders supported the tougher laws, because violent crime was off the charts. Todays crime is way down vs 20-30+ years ago. And its bad now.
And I'm White/Irish. Married to a Filipina. Many didn't like the Irish either.
The Draconian Drug Laws didn't affect very many more than they did me.
I pled guilty to a 10-LIFE x $3,000,000 - $5,000,000 fine, which the fine was waived. I did seven years in Federal Prison, and 8.5 years supervised release. 15.5 years incl supervised release.
Try doing 8.5 years of Federal SR sometime.
I got more Time/Supervised Release than Bank Robbers, yet I had 0000 Violence, and No Weapons of any kind. I had the most SR of any prisoner at the prison. 8.5 years for a non violent marijuana offense. They put me in with murders, many not caught, and were in there for different crimes.
I had 1000 clones.
But to make any 1 race a scapegoat is BULLSHIT, DIVISIVE, IGNORANT, and as BAD , If Not Worse than those that you claim are bad.
In prison I had as many, or more friends that were of other races than me.
My 3 weightlifting buddies were black guys, and I played guitars with the Mexicans, and a Filipina dude. My wife is Filipina, and I liked talking to him, and he was a nice guy, and a good guitar, and pianist.
My very first Cellie when I finally got to prison after sleeping on the floor, for over a year, and most of it in a 10 man cell, with 30+ guys in there, and some of them going through narcotics withdrawal, shitting, puking, and many not even cognizant they are even in jail.
My 1st Cellie was a Louis Farrakhan guy. Main guy at the prison. From East St Louis. Pretty good size guy. We actually got along Ok. He was a Vegetarian, and I knew a lot about diet, as I have a nutrition degree, though he ate junk. I worked in the kitchen and would give him stuff for free. He was surprised, and grateful. Ended up being a pretty good guy, though we never ever talked religion. He gave me respect, I I gave it back. Though he hated my SNORING.
2nd cellie I got was after I moved to a bottom bunk. I was in the first cube 1 year, top bunk was empty, and a new guy came in, and was a KLANNER, was in there for a hate crime, and attempted murder, and I was in there for a violent crime, me mine was nothing. He almost killed 2 little half black/white kids by setting the house on fire, in the middle of the night, and he was a skinny friggin punk, I had 000 friggin tolerance for, and I let him quickly know it, that I didn't like his kind, and I was going to have Mexicans, Blacks, and whomever the frig else I wanted in our cube, and that I was highly distressed that they put a motherfu***r like him in with me, and he might sleep with 1 eye open, and if he didn't like it, he could ask for a transfer.
I went from a Farrakhan cellie, to a KKK, who was in for Arson/Hate Crime, and Attempted Murder.
To say I made his life hell would be an understatement. He eventually went into protective custody.
But to put any race of people in a box, is BAD/Ignorant.
We are ALL of the Human Race.
Baby Child as a man
as a living grain of sand…
Sitting on the ever changing shore,
Greeting the sunrise…
Picked up upon the Gypsy woman,
Hair Flaming Night as ravens even sleep…rainbow cloth
Tambourine complimenting her chant and choice of graces,
And Love Her God…
I actually looked upon her on my right…coming forth,
And Baby Child then secondly looked his left to eye
And 11 or 12 women, men and little ones approached;
They clad in their master’s wish;
White robes swaying to be baptized.
These two world crossed each other in front of me, when
Afterwards, Baby Child sipped a heartful of ocean…
Spat out the waste and walked upon the New Day.