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Has anyone else noticed that the negative behaviors of a few black people determine how the entire race of black people is globally perceived yet the same is not true for other races of people?

In other words, why aren’t all other races judged according to the lowest members of their race?  Why is that reserved for black people…and why does it happen at all?

Why aren’t white people in America defined by Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Timothy McVeigh and a host of others too numerous to write about?

Why do they get to brush their bad individuals (both past and present) aside and keep positive members of the white race at the forefront while blacks are forced to carry current and historical bad members of the black race on their backs…even if their alleged crimes/actions pale by comparison to those actually committed by whites?

Why are blacks tasked to “live down” the embarrassment and shame associated with being members of the same race of any notorious black person whether directly related or not while whites are allowed to disassociate and, even worse, harshly judge other races of people as if they are somehow above reproach?

Why do black people have to constantly prove that they, individually, are one of the “good ones” and qualified, talented, moral and trustworthy enough, while other races, white people in particular, are just assumed to be so?

On the flipside, how come white people don’t feel confined/stigmatized/represented by the same or worse behaviors of members of their own race?

Where is the overall embarrassment by white people for people like BTK, Jeffrey Dahmer, the KKK etc., being members of the white race?

Meanwhile, Blacks are made to feel bad about organizing/listening to groups/individuals like the Black Panthers, Louis Farrakhan and Al Sharpton…even though they have never killed anyone?

Why, if this is a truly a nation of opportunity and innovation, do negative black people such as the DC Sniper got plenty of media time while black inventors, educators, etc., remain (if you’ll pardon the pun) hidden figures?

Why is this?

To keep this line of questioning going, why is it that if blacks like OJ Simpson are found not guilty in the penal justice system, they are still supposed to behave as if they are guilty so as not to offend white people because…or else find themselves subject to judicial manipulation/rule changes that impact their freedom regardless of the verdict?

Why are so many white people, like the Affluenza teen, who are actually found guilty of actual crimes allowed to be arrogant in their criminality?

Why are white people like Dylan Roof and others like him allowed to hide behind mental illness as an excuse for their actual guilt/racist/white supremacist behavior while blacks who commit lesser crimes are labeled as demonic and extended no sympathy?

Why is that?

While we’re at it, why are blacks supposed to be harder on each other than whites are on their own?

For example, why are blacks supposed to abandon Cosby who is 82 years old and in prison, yet, whites aren’t expected to do the same with Weinstein?  Hefner?  Clinton?  Trump?

Are these white men a credit to their race any more than Cosby is to the black race?

Why is there a surge in incidents of white people calling the police on black people for performing everyday tasks like walking around, buying coffee, etc. and no surge of outrage from supposedly God-fearing, morally upstanding whites?

Why is there no outrage from those who claim to be pro-life and love people following the random shooting of unarmed blacks ranging from 12 years of age to senior status by law enforcement?

Where’s the white outrage?

Remember Sandra Bland?

Where’s the white feminist outrage?

Yet, white America would have us to believe that this is post racial America and that blacks can actually be racist?

Why would we ever believe that foolishness?

Can anybody hear me?

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Alright, I have no choice.

I finally have to accept the fact that I have a problem.  Actually, if I’m being honest, I’ve had this problem as long as I can remember.  However, by now, I had hoped it would be solved or that I would have simply grown out of it.

You see, unlike some (read: most) of the people I grew up with who seemed to have everything figured out, I never did.  While they knew from approximately eight years of age that they wanted to become a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, a preacher, a writer, an artist, a pecan tree, or whatever, I was struggling with . . . acne, knock knees, and everything else.

While they pretended to be doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers, writers, artists, etc., even during times reserved for play such as recess, I was trying to figure out where I fit in in the scheme of things.

While they seemed to eat and drink what they expected and accepted to be their life’s work (and have a damn good time of it), I was wondering if I would ever be chosen as a teammate and not just relegated to the team that was unlucky enough to get stuck with me.

While some of my peers were planning what high school, college, fraternity, and sorority they would join, I was struggling to understand slang along with wondering if I would ever speak publicly without stuttering.

While they were planning when they would marry and how many children they would have, I was still wanting and playing with Teddy bears and dolls.

Basically, where they had certainty and callings, I had distraction and confusion.  Some refer to this clarity as knowledge of their assignment in life.  And as I looked at them go about their callings, my question always was, when would I discover my own assignment?

I was normal, I guess.  I played house.  I pretended to have a family with children.  I pretended to have a spouse.  I pretended to be a doctor, a lawyer, a preacher, a teacher, a writer, an artist, etc. Sometimes, I even had fun.

But, none of the careers stuck with me… or maybe, I didn’t stick with any of them.  It seems that as quickly as I became interested in any subject, I became equally and just as quickly disinterested.  Why?

Why did this keep happening?  And where was that blinding certainty of action?

Maybe, if I had struggled through school or a particular subject, something would have jumped out at me.  However, I seemed to do just well enough in each subject without any real commitment that nothing ever screamed at me “do this, dummy!”

So, day after day (or year after year, I guess you could say), I was waiting for something in my life to stand out.  But alas, nothing ever did.  Ever.  So, I’m left envying people who have a clear calling.  I’m left wondering why I never received such a calling myself.

Perhaps my head is too hard or my hearing too weak.  Perhaps, I am ignoring my calling because it isn’t fancy or lucrative.  Perhaps, I need to meditate or pray harder.  I don’t really know.

What I do know is that something odd is happening.

All my friends who grew up with clear purpose and who followed their respective dreams from childhood keep soliciting my opinions, input, and advice regarding their lives, their children, their spouses, etc.  And, if that isn’t crazy enough, they all seem to value my humble opinion.

While I’m walking around frustrated with no real focus and with no clear idea of what to do with myself, my friends, the doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers, writers, artists, etc. are all asking me (and often, exhausting me) with the weight of their problems.  What does it all mean?  What could it possibly mean?  A clue?

Can anybody hear me?