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You know, sometimes people ask,”David, why do you care so damned much about black people?”
I can understand the question. I’m not black. I’m puerto rican. A spaniard looking puerto rican at that. If segregation were active now, I wouldn’t be persecuted at all. So why do I care so much?
It’s because I care about justice.
I grew up in black neighborhoods with black friends and black classmates. I remember how the teachers would treat them compared to me. How I’d smoke weed around cops at the bus stops and they’d look toward the crowd of black guys. I remember how I felt watching this happen. I think of Amadou Diallo. Emmit Till. Jim Crow laws. I think of apartheid. Nelson Mandela. The fire hoses used on young people who just wanted equal rights. The racial slurs. The lynchings. The stories of rape and torture during slavery. The unconvincted shootings by cops of unarmed black men. Trayvon. The exploitation of Africa’s ignorance regarding their vast resources. The list goes on….and on…….and on.
Sure, every race has had their run in with oppression. but I’ve never seen one race as thoroughly and systematically oppressed as black people world wide. And my passion for justice makes me care. Not so much because of their skin color. Just because of what their skin represents.
So no I’m not pro black because I’m a “wigger.”. In fact, I’m not necessarily pro black. I’m pro justice.
And this is why I hate trap music. But that’s another post.
