Not everything a black guy endures in the span of his life has anything to do with the fact he's black. Yesterday while drunk at a bar, a friend of mine and I were mistaken for car salesmen because we were wearing suits and happened to be sitting near 6 other car salesmen. We didn't know at the time but the guy who assumed we were with them, was ALSO a carsalesman. My friend (black) immediately gets offended and starts arguing with the guy. I quickly begin to understand that the source of his frustration has something to do somehow, with racism. I try to diffuse the situation, but telling my friend to just let it go. It backfired because now, the "white peope" are ganging up on him. He tries to leave, and I tell him I'll give him a ride. In the car he goes on a tirade about racism and how whitey make assumptions about this and that and how I should have had his back and this and that. I tell him he's full of shit, so in not so many words, he blames me for slavery. I pull over and and tell him to, "get the fuck out of my car, you worthless bitch." Which he promptly does, and I drive away.
Dear black people,
I'm not racist, please don't force me to become racist by fitting the stereotypes you hate so much.
Sincerely,
Ironic Mustache
In addition, everyone who hasn't seen the movie Crash, should. It's good.
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