Last night, at dinner, we were shooting the breeze with my daughter who had come to visit us for a few days.
Then, as the conversation drifted to racial issues she asked me, “How would you like to be black in America?” I didn’t need much time to think and went: “I wouldn’t like it.”Obviously, she followed up and asked me why and I said, “I wouldn’t worry so much about me, but more about my family and wonder what could happen to them in such a racist country and volatile political environment.”
That’s when she said: “Thing won’t necessarily go that bad, with time, people are likely to open up and become much more inclusive…”
I responded, “That’s possible as well as unlikely. Even tough, I’m profoundly optimistic, I’d give it a 50-50 chance, and time-wise, if it ever happens, real change will take many generations to shape up…”
Yes, I wouldn’t want to be black in America.
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