Deep down we know that's true but why is it that the one black family in the neighborhood always seems to copy the sterotype> I live in a neighborhood with room for 41 families. One property is still undeveloped and two homes are unoccupied.
In the house where the black (African-American, if you must) live twp vehicles come and go. One is a mid-size car like the Chevy Cavalier but I don't know what kind it really is. The other is a Blazer but the to cars are never there at the same time. Every afternoon four men stand on the front porch chugging their 40 oz Colt 45's.
Last night I was startled awake by a heavy booming sound. It kept a steady beat like eater dripping except it was all bass. After twenty minutes of this I got up and looked out the window. Sure enough their was a "ride" parked in front of the black families house with parking lights on playing rap music. It's two oclock in the a.m. in a neighborhood for heaven's sake.
It was at that moment that I wished I had a big spotlight like the kind used at airports or in lighthouses. I would have lit that sucker up until he casme over to complain.
I wish this was just an isolated incident but I grew up during segregation and lived in a quiet neighborhood. There were numerous families with kids but the kids were seldom seen outside except at the park. The first family of blacks that moved in had two kids that were older teenagers or adults, one boy and one girl. The female, the oder of the two, had a job but no car and the boy had a car but no job. It seems he sold drugs, ot at least that what his arrest record claimed, and he had numerous friends come by to see him but none stayed more than a few minutes. Of course, everythime a car came or went it blared rap from his pricy speakers.
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