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 3 years ago '13        #1161
yourlifeisalie 
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yet white people want black people to stop acting like a victim
 3 years ago '06        #1162
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This teacher in had in elementary school used to make sit in the hallway every other day.

It's not even just in Minneapolis. If you're black driving through one of these lilly a.ss white suburbs, it's damn near automatic your plates are getting ran. The pigs don't even try to hide that sh*t either.
 3 years ago '13        #1163
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 banga said:
This teacher in had in elementary school used to make sit in the hallway every other day.

It's not even just in Minneapolis. If you're black driving through one of these lilly a.ss white suburbs, it's damn near automatic your plates are getting ran. The pigs don't even try to hide that sh*t either.
Why are there so many somalian dudes in minny? I went there last year and i swear errybody was african. Couldnt find no black bars that was just normal black bars
 3 years ago '06        #1164
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 Lucky Lucas said:
Why are there so many somalian dudes in minny? I went there last year and i swear errybody was african. Couldnt find no black bars that was just normal black bars
I don't even know malis love minnesota for some reason. They went from Mali apartments to Mali neighborhoods.

You gotta go downtown if you're trying to go to see black people at the bars.
 3 years ago '14        #1165
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"B-b-but Black people need to get there stuff together, racism is dead. Cops don't specifically target Black people at all, it's all in your heads..."

But watch this article get ignored by the racists
 10-30-2014, 02:50 PM         #1166
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If God dnt change this sh*t Satan will
 3 years ago '13        #1167
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 banga said:
I don't even know malis love minnesota for some reason. They went from Mali apartments to Mali neighborhoods.

You gotta go downtown if you're trying to go to see black people at the bars.
Yeah when i was out there visiting my cuz sh*t caught me off guard cause his entire neighborhood and duplex setup was all Somalians

And n*ggas was with the sh*ts on the low, little waynehead lookin east african jit tried to sell me some smoke
 3 years ago '04        #1168
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 Lucky Lucas said:
Why are there so many somalian dudes in minny? I went there last year and i swear errybody was african. Couldnt find no black bars that was just normal black bars
I was gon say this.

They look so weird tho.Its like you can tell they are black but something looks off.

Kinda like gypsies.

fu*ked up tho
 3 years ago '13        #1169
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them f*gs lined up like a firing squad and k!lled that man. he wasn't even close to em
 3 years ago '06        #1170
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 ElevateOne said:
fu*k the police


people need to start doing drastic things to make this issue known.
 10-30-2014, 10:33 PM         #1171
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 3 years ago '09        #1172
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Just watched the video, all I can say is devils gonna devil. Yeah the enemies of the angels.
 10-30-2014, 10:37 PM         #1173
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 3 years ago '07        #1174
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You mean to tell me we don't expect this kind of behavior by the cops towards black people now?
 3 years ago '13        #1175
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The Rules - Making sense of race and privilege
By Lawrence Otis Graham ’83
Published in the October 8, 2014

I knew the day would come, but I didn’t know how it would happen, where I would be, or how I would respond. It is the moment that every black parent fears: the day their child is called a ******.

My wife and I, both African-Americans, constitute one of those Type A couples with Ivy League undergraduate and graduate degrees, who, for many years, believed that if we worked hard and maintained great jobs, we could insulate our children from the blatant manifestations of bigotry that we experienced as children in the 1960s and ’70s. We divided our lives between a house in a liberal New York suburb and an apartment on Park Avenue, sent our three kids to a diverse New York City private school, and outfitted them with the accoutrements of success: preppy clothes, perfect diction, and that air of quiet graciousness. We convinced ourselves that the economic privilege we bestowed on them could buffer these adolescents against what so many black and Latino children face while living in mostly white settings: being profiled by neighbors, followed in stores, and stopped by police simply because their race makes them suspect.

But it happened nevertheless in July, when I was 100 miles away.


The Graham family at home
Family photo: Christine Butler
The Graham family at home
It was a Tuesday afternoon when my 15-year-old son called from his academic summer program at a leafy New England boarding school and told me that as he was walking across campus, a gray Acura with a broken rear taillight pulled up beside him. He continued along the sidewalk, and two men leaned out of the car and glared at him.

“Are you the only ****** at Mellon Academy*?” one shouted.

Certain that he had not heard them correctly, my son moved closer to the curb, and asked politely, “I’m sorry; I didn’t hear you ... ”

But he had heard correctly. And this time the man spoke more clearly. “Only ... ******,” he said with added emphasis.

My son froze. He dropped his backpack in alarm and stepped back from the idling car. Within seconds, the men floored the sedan’s accelerator, honked the horn loudly, and drove off, their laughter echoing behind them.

By the time he recounted his experience a few minutes later, my son was back in his dorm room, ensconced on the third floor of a four-story, redbrick fortress. He tried to grasp the meaning of the story as he told it: why the men chose to stop him, why they did it in broad daylight, why they were so calm and deliberate. “Why would they do that — to me?” he whispered breathlessly into the phone. “Dad, they don’t know me. And they weren’t acting drunk. It’s just 3:30 in the afternoon. They could see me, and I could see them!” My son rambled on, describing the car and the men, asking questions that I couldn’t completely answer. One very clear and cogent query was why, in Connecticut in 2014, grown men would target a student, who wasn’t bothering them, to harass in broad daylight. The men intended to be menacing. “They got so close — like they were trying to ask directions. ... They were definitely trying to scare me,” he said, as I interrupted.

“Are you okay? Are you —”

“Yeah,” he continued anxiously. “I’m okay. I guess. ... Do you think they saw which dorm I went back to? Maybe I shouldn’t have told my roommate. Should I stay in my dorm and not go to the library tonight?”

Despite his reluctance, I insisted that he report the incident to the school. His chief concern was not wanting the white students and administrators to think of him as being special, different, or “racial.” That was his word. “If the other kids around here find out that I was called a ******, and that I complained about it,” my son pleaded, “then they will call me ‘racial,’ and will be thinking about race every time they see me. I can’t have that.” For the next four weeks of the summer program, my son remained leery of cars that slowed in his proximity (he’s still leery today). He avoided sidewalks, choosing instead to walk on campus lawns. And he worried continually about being perceived as racially odd or different.




Herein lay the difference between my son’s black childhood and my own. Not only was I a.ssaulted by the n-word so much earlier in life — at age 7, while visiting relatives in Memphis — but I also had many other experiences that differentiated my life from the lives of my white childhood friends. There was no way that they would “forget” that I was different. The times, in fact, dictated that they should not forget; our situation would be unavoidably “racial.” When we moved into our home in an all-white neighborhood in suburban New York in December 1967, at the height of the black-power movement and the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.’s civil-rights marches, integration did not — at all — mean a.ssimilation. So my small Afro, the three African dashiki-style shirts that I wore to school every other week, and the Southern-style deep-fried chicken and watermelon slices that my Southern-born mother placed lovingly in my school lunchbox all elicited surprise and questions from the white kids who regarded me suspiciously as they walked to school or sat with me in the cafeteria. After all, in the ’60s, it was an “event” — and generally not a trouble-free one — when a black family integrated a white neighborhood. Our welcome was nothing like the comically naïve portrayal carried off by Sidney Poitier and his white fiancée’s liberal family members in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, which had opened the very month that we moved in.

It wasn’t about awkward pauses, lingering stares, and subtle attempts of “throwing shade” our way. It was often blatant and sometimes ugly. Brokers openly refused to show houses to my parents in any of the neighborhoods that we requested, and once we found a house in The New York Times Sunday classifieds, the seller demanded a price almost 25 percent higher than listed in the paper. A day after Mom and Dad signed the contract, a small band of neighbors circulated a petition that outlined their desire to preemptively buy the house from the seller to circumvent its sale to us. My parents were so uncertain of this new racial adventure that they held onto our prior house for another four years — renting it on a year-to-year lease — “just in case,” as my mother always warned, with trepidation on her tongue.

Referred to as “that black family that moved onto Soundview,” we never quite felt in step with our surroundings. A year after moving in, my 9-year-old brother was pulling me down our quiet street in his red-and-white Radio Flyer wagon when we were accosted by a siren-screaming police car; an officer stepped out shouting, “Now, where did you boys steal that wagon?” Pointing breathlessly to our house a few yards away, we tried to explain that it was my brother’s new wagon, but the officer ushered us into the back seat. Our anguished mother heard the siren and ran across three lawns to intervene. What I remember most is how it captured the powerlessness and racial isolation that defined our childhood in that neighborhood.

We never encountered drawn or discharged guns like those faced by unarmed black teenagers Trayvon Martin in Sanford, Fla., or Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo. But I was followed, stopped, and questioned in local stores and on local streets frequently enough that I wondered whether my parents would have been better able to protect us from these racial brushes had they been rich, famous, or powerful — or if they had been better acquainted with the white world in which they immersed us. Perhaps I was naïve to think that if they had been raised outside segregated Southern neighborhoods and schools, they would have been better able to help us navigate the life we were living. In the 1970s, I imagined that the privileged children of rich and famous blacks like Diana Ross, Bill Cosby, or Sidney Poitier were untouched by the insults and stops that we faced. Even though the idea wasn’t fully formed, I somehow a.ssumed that privilege would insulate a person from discrimination. This was years before I would learn of the research by Peggy McIntosh, the Wellesley College professor who coined the phrase “white male privilege” to describe the inherent advantages one group in our society has over others in terms of freedom from discriminatory stops, profiling, and arrests. As a teenager, I didn’t have such a sophisticated view, other than to wish I were privileged enough to escape the bias I encountered.

And that was the goal we had in mind as my wife and I raised our kids. We both had careers in white firms that represented the best in law, banking, and consulting; we attended schools and shared dorm rooms with white friends and had strong ties to our community (including my service, for the last 12 years, as chairman of the county Police Board). I was certain that my Princeton degree and economic privilege not only would empower me to navigate the mostly white neighborhoods and institutions that my kids inhabited, but would provide a cocoon to protect them from the bias I had encountered growing up. My wife and I used our knowledge of white upper-class life to envelop our sons and daughter in a social armor that we felt would repel discriminatory attacks. We outfitted them in uniforms that we hoped would help them escape profiling in stores and public areas: pastel-colored, non-hooded sweatshirts; cleanly pressed, belted, non-baggy khaki pants; tightly-laced white tennis sneakers; Top-Sider shoes; conservative blazers; rep ties; closely cropped hair; and no sunglasses. Never any sunglasses.

No overzealous police officer or store owner was going to profile our child as a neighborhood shoplifter. With our son’s flawless diction and deferential demeanor, no neighbor or playdate parent would ever worry that he was casing their home or yard. Seeing the unwillingness of taxis to stop for him in our East Side Manhattan neighborhood, and noting how some white women clutched their purses when he walked by or entered an elevator, we came up with even more rules for our three children:

1. Never run while in the view of a police officer or security person unless it is apparent that you are jogging for exercise, because a cynical observer might think you are fleeing a crime or about to a.ssault someone.

2. Carry a small tape recorder in the car, and when you are the driver or passenger (even in the back seat) and the vehicle has been stopped by the police, keep your hands high where they can be seen, and maintain a friendly and non-questioning demeanor.

3. Always zip your backpack firmly closed or leave it in the car or with the cashier so that you will not be suspected of shoplifting.

4. Never leave a shop without a receipt, no matter how small the purchase, so that you can’t be accused unfairly of theft.

5. If going separate ways after a get-together with friends and you are using taxis, ask your white friend to hail your cab first, so that you will not be left stranded without transportation.

6. When unsure about the proper attire for a play date or party, err on the side of being more formal in your clothing selection.

7. Do not go for pleasure walks in any residential neighborhood after sundown, and never carry any dark-colored or metallic object that could be mistaken as a weapon, even a non-illuminated flashlight.

8. If you must wear a T-shirt to an outdoor play event or on a public street, it should have the name of a respected and recognizable school emblazoned on its front.

9. When entering a small store of any type, immediately make friendly eye contact with the shopkeeper or cashier, smile, and say “good morning” or “good afternoon.”

These are just a few of the humbling rules that my wife and I have enforced to keep our children safer while living integrated lives. For years, our kids — who have heard stories of officers mistakenly arresting or shooting black teens who the officers “thought” were reaching for a weapon or running toward them in a menacing way — have registered their annoyance at having to follow them. (My 12-year-old daughter saw the importance of the rules when, in late August, she and I were stopped by a county police officer who apparently was curious about a black man driving an expensive car. He later apologized.)

Not many months ago, my children and I sat in the sprawling living room of two black bankers in Rye, N.Y., who had brought together three dozen affluent African-American parents and their children for a workshop on how to interact with law enforcement in their mostly white communities. Two police detectives and two criminal-court judges — all African-American — provided practical suggestions on how to minimize the likelihood of the adolescents being profiled or mistakenly Tasered or shot by inexperienced security guards or police officers. Some of the parents and most of the kids sat smugly, passing around platters of vegetables and smoked salmon — while it helped to have the lessons reinforced by police officers, we had all heard it many times before.

My kids and I had it all figured out.

Or so we thought...

The rest of the article is on the website.

Long story short: Wealthy, educated, black man raised his children to behave in a cultured manner hoping to keep them from bigotry, son is called a ******, talks about how his wealth, education, and culture didn't keep bigotry from reaching his children.
 3 years ago '11        #1176
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At the end of the day U will always be a ****** whether U rich or poor.
 11-08-2014, 04:09 AM         #1177
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Cold world.
 3 years ago '13        #1178
Lucky Lucas 47 heat pts47
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Lol dude is delusional as hell and raised his kids to be delusional as well

That kid wasnt ready for college at all with a naive upbringing like this, he dont even know how the worl work living in racist a.ss new england:deAd:


His son better smarten up, might get k!lled next time
 11-08-2014, 04:21 AM         #1179
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 Lucky Lucas said:
Lol dude is delusional as hell and raised his kids to be delusional as well

That kid wasnt ready for college at all with a naive upbringing like this, he dont even know how the worl work living in racist a.ss new england:deAd:


His son better smarten up, might get k!lled next time
The moral of the story is don't raise your kid super clean.
can't walk around like life is sweet all the time, the first time he got called out of character he frozed.
 3 years ago '11        #1180
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 youknowmystelo said:
The moral of the story is don't raise your kid super clean.
can't walk around like life is sweet all the time, the first time he got called out of character he frozed.
Or you raise your kids to disregard ignorant a.ss people or bark back at those who get off on negativity, all they wanted was a reaction. And There's nothing funny about this story you small minded a.ss goof.
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