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I really don’t understand the feelings. I understand what you are writing alright — its just the inner feelings. I am white and I haven’t a clue. I worked in an area of Philadelphia that was predominantly black. Sometimes youth made comment about my color. I didn’t care. I told them so. I didn’t know it may be that they felt some of what you are writing. One young lady was terminated at the school because she made loud and vicious racial comments – once about me. It was about my color; or lack of color.
When Obama won the election the black instructors were in tears that next day… One said to me that her husband wept for a long time. He told her that he finally felt like a man. He was 66 years old.
I hadn’t known until about that same time but many of the black instructors that I’d worked with for nearly ten years had suffered through job discrimination in their pasts.
I say prayers when these things come up. It helps me. I think it helps too that you write what you did.
~ Eric


Profarms®™ Random Thoughts

I had looked forward to my flight to Toronto,Canada with glee,my first intercontinental flight from Africa on a tour of duty.

But in a sea of white men and women,i realised that i was no more than an object of curiosity and ridicule,like a long forgotten relic from pre-primate Africa.

Every time I sit on a crowded street car, bus, or
subway train in Toronto, I know I will have an
empty seat next to me.

It’s like a broken record.

Sometimes I don’t mind having the extra space,
but other times I feel awkward, uncomfortable, and

I know I have good hygiene, I dress appropriately,
and I mind my own business.

However, recently, I
finally became cognizant of why people might fear
being around me or in close proximity to me: I am a
black male.

Although Canadian society presents
the façade of multiculturalism the truth is Canada

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