Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
This has to be Version 1,000,000,000.2 of yet another who wants to tell the all-so-woeful story of what it’s like to be black in America. One gets the impression that the rest of us should be ever-so-grateful for blacks bearing this immensely burdensome weight of the world so that we — the rest of us benighted folks — can live a life completely free of trials and tribulations.
And yet, people get severely reproached — especially people of a certain hue — whenever they depict/hint/inadvertently suggest that black life and culture are monolithic in nature.
