This is going to be very hard to write without me sounding like I am about to stereotype, because I'm not, but within the black culture, there is a separation. Amongst that divide, there is one constant variable: Most of us can trace our ancestry back to the hood. That hood can either be the ones worn by the murderers of our father's fathers, or it could be the hood we called home. Regardless, its there, and we have to deal with it. The product of this environment, is the birth of the coon. The ignorant, fearless, brave beacon of hope. Our constant reminder that we have yet to overcome.
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I really wish the ignorant mentality would fall off a cliff. There are too many brothers and sisters that just don't care. Brothers don't take pride in the way they carry themselves. For the most part, they just gave up and are unwilling to be better men. The same goes for Sisters too. Way too many of our women have let themselves go and are not being the queens they are destined to be.
Each generation is granted their very own Stephin Fetchit. I wonder if we are the generation that has too many. This is happening on more levels than just the hood. Even with politics, on one side you have President Barack Obama, and on the other side there is Herman Cain. We just have to do better as a people all across the board.
Get involved with programs in urban communities and your own. Help out these Teen Mothers and children living in broken homes. Little things like this go a long way.
