In the 1987, I went to a concert. It was a place known as the Omni (now known as Phillips Arena). The performers at this concert were The Fat Boys, Dana Dane, Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D. As I was waiting outside the Omni doors, I was accosted by 6 black men who proceeded to rob me. After this show, I was robbed again buy the same 6 with an added 20-30 more. If that made me hate black folks, then I would have to hate one of my own daughters. Think about it.
An eye for an eye, huh? So the possibility that I had an ancestor own a black person 200 years ago is a valid reason for me to be robbed by a black person now? I've now found yet another reason why racism won't die.
Btw, through family research I've learned that no one in my family was slave owners. Now the black guys that robbed me should feel bad.
And those same black guys became friends of mine for years following that robbery. Later, QD.