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White BGOL member tells black men "Quit bitching!White men have equal stress (post)

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He posted this in my "white versus black suicide" post, but i think his response deserves it's own thread!

A-ten said:
Black people go through more stress my ass. This is the thing that has always made me laugh that some black people think white people have easy lives.

You really have no idea what of pressure it is to be white. You have no idea what type of pressure your own family puts on you. You have no idea what the fuck you're even talking about half the time. Try walking into your extended blue collar family house and have them speak about you like some "black sheep" outsider because you're not doing things the way it is expected.

Whenever I hear black people talk about white people, I laugh. Especially when I hear the term "white privelege". A total horseshit term for all but the wealthiest whites in the world. And wealthy blacks the same.

You want to know what it is to be a white male?

You're having money problems? Why? What did you do wrong? Why are fucking up? No. I can't help. Help yourself and your family. Oh, you need government help? You're a white male. You take care of yourself. There is no government help for white males unless you're a corporate leader that needs big welfare money because he fucked up his business.

You don't have a job? You're a scumbag. You're a lazy scumbag. Work or go live on the street. Real men work. Period. There are no excuses. Get a job and shut the fuck up. Show up to work sick. Show up to work no matter what is wrong with you.You don't show up, you're fired. You don't do the work we expect, you don't kiss up right, you don't get along with the boss, no advancement. No, I don't fucking care what your excuses are.

You're burned out and depressed. Real men don't get burned out and depressed. That's just life. You show up, you work, you die. That's life for a white man. It's what expected of him.

I have no clue where black people get the idea from they have more stress than white folk. No clue why they think white folk have it easy. And as far being enslaved, study some history. White people were enslaved for many, many years. It was called being a peasant in Europe or endentured servitude. And in Rome, it was just straight up slavery.

Ridiculous notions black folk have of whites. Which is why it is getting so hard to take anything coming from a black person's mouth seriously when they say stupid shit like black people experience more stress or white people wouldn't have survived slavery.

White people aka Europeans already survived slavery, plagues, multiple internal wars, invasions, famine, invasian of new lands, and all types of shit that every ethnic group on this planet has experienced. They still survive all the bullshit 90% of whites that aren't born into money have to experience. Like white people get automatic college degrees and 80 k a year jobs for their skin color. What a fucking joke idea some blacks have of being white.

Whites put a lot of stress on their own. A ton. I can understand why the suicide rates differ for reasons other than just population size differences. Blacks tend to take a lot of the things that destroy whites as simply part of life. Like losing your job or money as a white male is huge and can drive a motherfucker to suicide. Because white males especially have no sympathy from their own in that situation, get almost no help from the government or otherwise, and are expected to "man up" and make sure they stay on top of it. If they can't keep up, live on the street or kill yourself. Because a white male on wellfare is viewed as one of the lowest forms of life. It's more respectable to be a white criminal than a white male getting money from the government.

I don't imagine many blacks understand the pressure white males get from their own because they're not in that group. So they don't know what white males do to each other keep the status quo in line. So what the fuck ever thinking it is easy being a white male. I've lived with that pressure my whole fucking life. I don't even go around my extended family most of the time because I don't want to hear their shit because I'm not doing things the middle class white way. They won't say it direclty, just sad looks or a general look of not understanding. Smug and arrogant.

I know most white families are this way. Wake the fuck up to reality. White males are one of the highest stressed groups in the nation. Which is why they snap and kill people, snap and kill themselves, and snap and do crazy shit. Emotional repression is huge amongst white males. Talking about your feelings almost unheard of and certainly not encouraged. And if you can't support yourself as a white male in America, don't even hold your head up because all the other white males will be looking at you like you're a chump.

And you can't fall back on skin color, though I hear more and more talk about affirmative action costing white males their jobs. So maybe white males will be able to talk the government into giving them help because they're being discriminated against and that will help alleviate some of their stress.
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I was going to respond then stopped myself. The guy's an idiot.
 
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This response from BGOL largebillsonlyplease member deserves to be posted here and SEEN.

largebillsonlyplease said:
You have no idea the pressure to be black.
Try walking into a family that has been beat down by the system and have them tell you directly our whole existence rest on your shoulders, without you making it we don't eat, we don't have a place to sleep, we all are out of luck if YOU don't go to college get a job and help us for taking the beatings from the system we did so you could have a better life.





wealthiest blacks have no privilege aside from what their money brings. poor white people have privilege successful black men don't have. such as benefit of the doubt, system designed to succeed and the list goes on.




I know what it is, I work with them, I see their entitlement issues and I see their spoiled behavior that's been implemented into their DNA. I see them get upset at work whenever I do something better. I see them cry and throw fits and almost kill themselves when the smallest things go wrong.





You get those responses because you're a white male. The system is designed for you to flourish and almost all of you do. So when you fail at something that was designed for you, why would they help you out when you're just clearly a failure? If I designed a system to help me succeed and I couldn't even succeed at it but everyone else did, how could I be taken seriously? There is always government help for white males...in the form of banks and grants that allow you to get back on your feet whenever you walk in and ask for a loan for some bullshit reasons.




If you don't have a job you are a scumbag and you are lazy why wouldn't you work when jobs are literally falling from the heavens for you? When white people can't find jobs...they create jobs so they can have money and the government sanctions them legit even if the jobs makes no sense. White people hire white before they hire anything. So if you're a white male and you don't have a job then all of those things are true. Black people jump through hoops to get a chance at a job that they'll get turned down for. The economy is only bad when white men can't get jobs. That's when its a crisis that's when we need to do something. When you guys could get jobs and black men were still struggling and getting passed over...there was no national outcry for this....why? cause that's the way it was designed to be.



You're lying..its expected that white men make money by any means necessary this is why you came up with the "its business nothing personal" phrase so you could screw your own friends and family out of money for your own selfish gain and still feel ok about yourself in the morning. this is why when you can't get money in a system that is designed for you, when the money you have is about to be taken away..you don't get depressed or burned out, you do what's built into your systems which is kill yourself.




You were enslaved by other white people on the land you were born in free to practice your own customs. You did to your own people (creating a system designed to keep yourselves above everyone and no real way of moving up) what you later did to us. You practiced it, and perfected it during those times. You tested it saw what worked and what didn't work in order to create a perfect matrix where you can keep your power. The whites who were enslaved are heroes in your mind because without them, you wouldn't know how to do it to us. You took us from our home land after you killed the natives on the land you invaded. You invaded the world and claimed everything as your own even though it wasn't. You took our history our customs broke up families and implemented a system to keep us down and you on top. You didn't even want to give us rights, my own mother and father had to march in order to get them so it hasn't been that long since we've even been getting a fair shot..and even now its not really fair...just appears to be so that you can scream from high heavens that everything is even now when clearly it isn't.




Black people do experience more stress but because we are so inherently strong we don't call it stress, we call it life. Some cope through drugs and alcohol but those of us like myself who don't do those things cope by living and working harder. Its stressful proving you belong on a job where you're qualified and excel in but get looked down on because you're not the right color. Its hard getting immediate reactions from people because of your skin. We don't have the outlet to scream about it to high heavens or even change things as you do. When shit doesn't work out the way you planned, you rig the game a different way. White people would not have survived the slavery that my ancestors went through. You would have just killed yourselves.




You're all europeans all of you are immigrants just like us but you pretend to not be. the slaves were your own doing UNTIL you found people of other colors to do it. Plagues is because you had disgusting habits in hygiene (spring cleaning meant it was time to take your annual baths meaning you bathed once a year...a fungus and germ heaven) you invaded each other until there was no land then expanded to the world invading EVERYTHING. half of you are born into money or opportunity period. you don't even need to go to college you can just work at your parents company. you can backpack and take a break from life before you work through europe you can do those things because the system you come home to will be ready for you when you arrive.





you kill yourselves because you're weaker. it is the honorable way out in your community. shit isnt going right there's no way up then you feel its fine to kill yourself and end it. and white men get welfare and unemployement wih no quarrels so get out of here with that one. and you contradicted yourself because white men get loads of money from the government...this is how they stay successful.




Because you're a failure at life in a system designed for you to win. they can't understand how the produced a white male who doesn't want a good life. you're a failure because that's what you're supposed to be..personally. your family can't figure out why or where they went wrong. they gave you every chance and you failed that's your fault. that's not pressure its guilt. You guys do the most horrific shit to ANYONE so no I don't know what its like knowing that at any point and in every opportunity even someone i grew up with and i consider my best friend would screw me over for some money and send me to the gutter and not think twice about it.



Because you are a chump. If you cant succeed in a land built for you to succeed in you need to be ashamed of yourself and they have every right to look at you like you're stupid because you are. you kill people you snap you do crazy shit because that's how you're built. when you invade countries and do the same thing its not because of stress its out of enjoyment. You dont repress emotions you let them out in the forms of violence and other things you get away with almost always....unless you do it to white women then you get punished.


affirmative action doesn't even exist. see how out of the loop you are? white men get money get jobs get benefits get a plush life and if you don't make it as a white man in america you need to do the honorable thing and kill yourself.
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DAYNE said:
:lol::lol::lol:

If this ain't a bunch of bullshit I don't know what is.

White males live and flourish in a system made by them and maintained by them as well.

Its so much easier for a white male to get a job, because 9/10 a white male is doing the hiring.

You have networks, business and the benefit of the doubt in your favor.

Hell even if you go to prison your welcomed back into society with open arms.

You have the privilege of nothing going through the stress of racism on a daily basis.
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DAYNE said:
Another thing, if blacks are just so ignorant when it comes to white people, then how come its so easy for the white oligarchs to play poor and middle class white folk by painting minorities as the enemy, thus causing them to vote against their economic interest?
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Well boo fuckin' hoo hoo A-Ten. Fuckin' crakkka. Crakkka's are always whining and when they don't get their way, they cheat. A-Ten is a grade A cocksucker and a cuckhold.
 
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largebillsonlyplease went IIIIN.
 
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The funny thing is all that bullshit he complained about, I have the same stress, plus the discrimination of being a black man, and a big ninja to boot.

He knows nothing. As a white man he will be promoted first, be given more pay, and more opportunities to advance. If he's too much of a bitch to use that unfair advantage to the fullest, then yes, he should kill himself.
 
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OP is a Man.


Old black women don't troll porn boards :lol:
 
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White man and stress? :confused::confused:

When is the last time a white man was shot by a cop for no reason at all ?

I will wait for a reply........

and waiting.........

and waiting.........
 
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Nobody reads on BGOL but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Back in the early 1990s, there was a white guy by the name of Joshua Solomon who was inspired by a book he read called Black Like Me. As an experiment to really see how much racism a Black man experiences, he took pills to turn his skin "black" and shaved his head bald.

He planned to do it for a whole semester off from college. He never got passed two weeks. The story was reported in the Washington Post.
 
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Cybts1 said:
White man and stress? :confused::confused:

When is the last time a white man was shot by a cop for no reason at all ?

I will wait for a reply........

and waiting.........

and waiting.........
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Or remember when that white man was following the cop for speeding and kept blowing his horn until he pulled over ?

You think a black man could have did that shit
 
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largebillsonlyplease ftw.
 
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blacktrace said:
Nobody reads on BGOL but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Back in the early 1990s, there was a white guy by the name of Joshua Solomon who was inspired by a book he read called Black Like Me. As an experiment to really see how much racism a Black man experiences, he took pills to turn his skin "black" and shaved his head bald.

He planned to do it for a whole semester off from college. He never got passed two weeks. The story was reported in the Washington Post.
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Ninjas don't read so I posted the book in mp3 format in my audiobook thread.


I have not gotten around to listening to it yet but I will eventually.
 
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Logic tells me not to respond, too much energy would be exerted for nothing in return. I can take my energy and use it for something productive/gainful Like taking my ass back downstairs and continue studying mathematics.
 
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I will say this, for those that remember Pikestreet! This is some old "Denying my reality" type shit!!! :lol:
 
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blacktrace said:
Nobody reads on BGOL but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Back in the early 1990s, there was a white guy by the name of Joshua Solomon who was inspired by a book he read called Black Like Me. As an experiment to really see how much racism a Black man experiences, he took pills to turn his skin "black" and shaved his head bald.

He planned to do it for a whole semester off from college. He never got passed two weeks. The story was reported in the Washington Post.
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smokedacane said:
Ninjas don't read so I posted the book in mp3 format in my audiobook thread.


I have not gotten around to listening to it yet but I will eventually.
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FUCK YOU NIGGAS I CAN READ!


*lifts up shoes*


See this here, it says ADIDAS!:D

*two cents*
 
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blacktrace said:
Nobody reads on BGOL but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Back in the early 1990s, there was a white guy by the name of Joshua Solomon who was inspired by a book he read called Black Like Me. As an experiment to really see how much racism a Black man experiences, he took pills to turn his skin "black" and shaved his head bald.

He planned to do it for a whole semester off from college. He never got passed two weeks. The story was reported in the Washington Post.
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knew about the original book...didnt know about the recent experience
 
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Black Like Me '94


by Joshua Solomon
WHAT I noticed at the start of it, my first few days living as a black man, were the small things, the differences in the way people treated me. The doorman at my brother's apartment, a man I'd walked past every day for a month, stopped me, asked my name and where I was staying. A white woman on an airport shuttle looked away when I smiled at her. The hostess at a restaurant told me there would be a long wait, even though there were several empty tables.
I'd thought about the idea of living as a black person ever since I read John Howard Griffin's "Black Like Me" in high school. In 1959, Griffin, a white journalist, disguised himself as a black man and traveled through the rural South. In the 1970s, a white woman named Grace Halsell followed in Griffin's footsteps, writing three books in three years about living as a black woman, an Hispanic woman and a Native American.

I picked up Griffin's book by chance one morning at the Springbrook High School library; I sat there all day reading it, oblivious to everything else, to the end of the school day. Then and there I decided that sometime soon I too,would become black. It's as simple as this-I wanted to know what it was like.

So it was that, in February of this year, I talked with Aaron B. Lerner, a physician who heads the department of dermatology at Yale University. I told him that I, a white, 20-year-old University of Maryland sophomore, had dropped out of school for a semester to live as a black man. And I wanted his help.

Lerner was surprisingly nonchalant. Unlike others I'd told, he didn't dismiss me. Instead he explained that Griffin had used a derivative of the drug Psorlen to change his skin from white to brown. He also explained that it was suspected that Griffin's early death in 1980 was partially due to liver damage caused by the medication. I told the doctor that I'd had a heart condition since birth, that I was used to the dangers of potent medication and to life-and-death choices. "Why," Lerner asked. "Why are you doing this?"

I had prepared a neat answer. Now I stammered and forgot what I'd planned to say.

"I don't know," I finally said. "It's just, growing up in Silver Spring, I've always had a lot of black friends. Whenever something went down, they always said it was racism. Education, jobs, crime, poverty, social misunderstandings-they blamed everything on color. 'It's a white man's world,' they would say."

That's what I told Lerner. But there was something else-I'd sympathized with my friends, and I wanted to support them, but secretly, inside, I'd always felt that many black people used racism as a crutch, an excuse. Couldn't they just shrug off the rantings of ignorant people?

In February I left my parents' house to move in with my brother in Baltimore, not wanting to have to explain my change of complexion to the neighbors. I began taking six Psorlen pills a day. After four sessions at a tanning salon, my face was badly swollen and my body ached. A week or so later, my brother, Jon, and I drove home to Silver Spring for dinner. The change in my skin color must have been dramatic. My 9-year-old sister screwed her face into a horrible grimace the first time she saw me. "You're ugly!" she cried. I wanted to smack her but realized she was not really talking about me.

Or was she?

It was about a month after I had started the process of transforming myself into a black man that the doorman at my brother's apartment stopped me. Normally, he was polite and deferential. Now he did not bother to hide his rudeness as he asked my name, where I was staying and lots of other questions.

"I've walked past you every day for the past month," I said. "I'm Josh. I'm staying with my brother Jon in 708."

He looked me up and down, sputtered and stammered. "Just trying to keep it safe," he said. The Psorlen was obviously working.

In early April I decided my complexion had changed enough for me to pass. Over two months the color of my skin had changed from olive to reddish-brown. Someone said that, with my straight nose and full lips, I looked Haitian. It was time to go. On the steps outside our house, my brother shaved my head. I'd had my hair cut pretty short already, and my scalp was tan. Still, just for good measure, Jon rubbed some theatrical skin stain over my head to even the color.

When he'd finished I looked in the mirror. It was scary. I wasn't me anymore. I was black.

I was going to make Atlanta my first stop. Waiting at Dulles for my flight, I noticed for the first time how few of the travelers in the airport were black. Most of the black people were working behind metal detectors or pushbrooms. When we boarded the shuttle to go to the plane, I took the first available seat. It was next to a white woman. I smiled at her, the way I usually do. She cut her eyes to the ground. A white man placed a bag on the vacant seat next to me and continued to stand. I wondered why he didn't sit. And then I asked myself if I was looking for things that weren't really there.

Nonetheless, during that short ride, I couldn't help noticing something-the moment I met a white person's eyes, that person immediately turned away. Once I landed in Atlanta's bustling airport I went to the information desk, where a kindly gray-haired gentleman behind the counter was answering questions. When my turn came, his manner changed. "What, you don't have reservations?" he asked in a stern, hard voice. I was well-dressed, in khaki pants and polo shirt, the same clothes I often wore to classes as a white guy at the University of Maryland. I had $1,500 in my pocket.

"We have conventions in town, most hotels are full," he said.

I found myself trying to be polite to an extent that was foreign to me. I gained new insight into why a black person would act like a so-called Uncle Tom-I was desperate for a little respect. Finally he suggested I take the subway downtown to the Peachtree station and look for the Comfort Inn, a place he described as "pretty inexpensive, at least for the city."

I checked into the room, took a nap. When I woke up at 10 p.m. the city was dark and I was hungry. On International Avenue, I walked into a fancy restaurant. The maitre d' haughtily told me, "Sorry, reservations required." I asked him for an alternative selection. He told me to try across the street.

It was an old, greasy diner. Several black men loitered around the entrance drinking out of paper bags. One offered me "some good weed." I kept moving. A little farther along I found a Mexican place. "Long wait," said the woman at the door, "very long." I peered over her shoulder. Inside were well dressed white people and several empty tables. Discouraged, tired, I went back to my room. I fell asleep thinking about eggs.

The next morning when I went to a nearby drugstore, a white employee followed me around the store. At the drink refrigerator, I turned suddenly and stared right at her, letting her know that I knew what she was doing-shadowing me as if I were a potential thief. I'd hoped to embarrass her, but she didn't flinch. She stared right back, hands on her hips.

"Are you gonna buy something or not?" she asked.

I grabbed some orange juice.

"That'll be $1.94," said the woman behind the counter.

"Pretty expensive O.J." I said. "Then don't buy it," she countered.

I checked out of my room, went to the bus station. My destination was Gainsville, Ga., the closest bus station to Forsyth County, which I had chosen because no blacks live there. Following the rape of a young white girl in 1912, two black men were convicted. Several lynchings were recorded following the verdict; the accused were eventually hanged. Using force and intimidation, the white community drove all black residents from the county. The 1990 census statistics on Forsyth County today show "N/A" under all categories for black people.

A light-skinned black man called me "brother" and asked where I was going.

"Man!" he said, shocked. "You don't want to go to Forsyth. They got old ways down there, the lynching mentality. You should stay in the city."

"I'm sure it isn't so bad," I said, "Things have changed a lot, don't you think?"

"Okay, okay, man, it's your hide," he said, backing away from me. "Be safe, brother, be safe."

In Gainsville I climbed off the bus. Man, I felt alone.

After checking into the Ramada Inn, I went out to explore. From what I could see, walking through the north side of the city, it was like a movie set for an old Southern town, complete with a statue of a Confederate soldier in the square. Three churches within two blocks, some store fronts, few people in evidence. Continuing up Green Avenue, the residential area began, a beautiful neighborhood, the sidewalks shaded with majestic boxwoods. On one porch, two ladies chatted. As I passed, their conversation stopped. I kept walking. When I looked back, they were still watching me.

I circled back to my room, called everyone I could think of, needing somebody to talk to. Finally I got through to Earnest Sharpe, a reporter who had written the most recent article on John Howard Griffin. He'd been supportive when I'd called him before. I was confused and angry about the intense emotions that petty indignities stirred in me. I'd hardly started on my journey, but I was already furious, almost to the point of paralysis.

I began to cry as I recounted the events of the last two days, the drip-drop of indifference and fear from the white people I had encountered. Their lack of patience, their downright contempt. He gave me the number of some of his friends in Atlanta. He told me that if things got bad, I could go there. I asked if they were white. I would stay with white people if they knew I wasn't really black. When I looked through the window the next morning, the clouds were gray and the asphalt was wet. The outside looked like I felt inside. I took a shower and then rubbed more stain into my head and face.

I headed for a diner I had seen the day before. All of the tables were occupied by white customers. There was one black patron at the counter, and I took a seat next to him.

"Where you from?" he asked.

"Around D.C." I told him.

"Stay there." he said. "Why you want to come down here?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Look, you're here cause you heard about the New South, right? You've heard we've come a long way and you want to find a new place to start. Well, let me tell you. Atlanta might be the New South, but here in Gainsville, in all these little towns, this is still the Old South," he said. "What do you think happened to all those fellows who used to tell me and your daddy to sit in the back of the bus or to go around back to find the black bathroom? You think all those people died when they killed Mister Crow?"

We walked together out of the diner, to the town square, said our goodbyes. I continued down the street, heading south this time. There was an abrupt change in the landscape. Pool halls, liquor stores, all the buildings run down. The black side of town. A young, black teenager, bald like me, was hanging outside a pool hall. He had a fierce expression on his face.

I smiled.

"Whazz up?" he said.

A few blocks farther a police car passed, made a U-turn, stopped directly in my path. The cop waved me over. I walked to the car, put my hand on the roof of his cruiser.

"Get your hands off my cruiser," he said. I put them in my pockets.

"You don't want to do that either."

I folded my fingers in front of my chest like a choirboy. He regarded me a moment.

"You're new in town, aren't you?" he asked. His breath stank. "Well, we've had plenty of trouble down here. I hope you don't have any more in mind."

"No way. No, sir," I assured him. I prayed that he wouldn't ask for my ID. How would I explain this white man's driver's license in my pocket? Visions of Rodney King flashed through my head.

"Okay," he said, "Stay out of trouble now, you hear?"

I went back to my room and wrote everything down. When I was done I headed toward the square, where there was a poultry festival going on; it consisted of tents and steel drum barbecues and picnic tables in a parking lot, scored with the live music of a twangy country band. The first thing I noticed was the lack of black folks. There was only one family, eating at a picnic table.

The aroma of chicken filled my nose and stirred my stomach. I anted up, took a seat at a table not too far from the black family, near an obese white woman, hoping to spark some sort of conversation.

"Hell-o," she sang, real friendly in a sweet Southern strain. "Are you enjoying the festival?" she asked.

I told her the barbecue chicken was great and that I was from Washington, D.C.

She asked where I was going next.

"Forsyth County?" she repeated, a look of disbelief crossing her face. "Why would you go there? You looking for trouble?"

"Of course not," I said. I told her that I was sure it couldn't be as bad as people said. On top of that, I said, "I'm an American citizen. I can live anywhere I want to."

She snorted. "Well, not there," she said. "They'd make you leave."

"How could they do that?"

"They'd make your life miserable. Nobody would give you a job. They could change your mind, trust me." The tone of her voice, her argumentative posture, was frightening.

"Well I think I'll just go and check it out for myself," I said.

Her face turned even redder. "You people never get it," she chided me. "Some folks just don't like living with you people. Look what you do to your neighborhoods. You make everyone leave. You ruin everything. You think . . . "

Across the street someone began calling: "Ma, Ma! Are you all right?"

She looked over at a young, overweight boy, waved her hand, raised herself off the bench.

"Well, goodbye," she said. "Don't be stupid now, you hear?"

I felt tired and sick. I went back to my room and slept the rest of the day and night. The next morning I took refuge in a church. I entered the stately blue doors only to find a room empty, save for a homeless guy, blond-haired, blue-eyed. I asked him about the church's shelter in detail, leading him to believe I was homeless too. His name was Chris. He'd been living on the streets for five years.

I asked Chris if he had ever lived in Forsyth.

"You don't want to go down there," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because you're black. Simple as that."

When I got to the room, it hit me. I was sick of being black. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to throw up.

Enough is enough, I thought. I didn't need to be hit over the head with a baseball bat to understand what was going on here. Usually, I'd made friends pretty easily. I was nice to them and they were nice to me. Now people acted like they hated me. Nothing had changed but the color of my skin. I went to the closet, pulled out my suitcase. After all of two days, the experiment was over. Maybe I was weak, maybe I couldn't hack it. I didn't care. This anger was making me sick and the only antidote I knew was a dose of white skin.

I called my mother and told her I was finished with my journey. All the hurt, all the anger, all the inhumanity. I started to cry.

On the way to the bus station I saw Chris across the street. I called and waved. He motioned me over to the sub shop where he was standing.

"I was trying to get a cup of water, but they can't help me. Do me a favor and ask for one, they might help you because they don't know you."

I went in and got him a cup of water. I asked him if he wanted anything else.

"How about a steak and cheese, and make that a lemonade instead."

I paid with a $20 bill. Chris's eyes bugged out. I told him I was leaving town and, wanting company, asked him to walk me to the bus station. He resisted, saying he was tired and didn't know his way around that part of town well. I reminded him that I had just bought him lunch.

We walked down Butler Avenue. This time I noticed the pawnshops, cheap food and liquor outlets, the standard ghetto businesses, all of the town's vices packed into this small black community. An old wrinkled black man, his mouth full of gold, sipping on a bottle of Mr. Boston's Gin. We walked on, past black children at play, women hanging wet clothes on makeshift lines, bass music thumping from an open window.

"Lazy ******s," Chris spat.

My body quivered, my spine tingled. A shadow must have come over my face, for suddenly Chris became apologetic. I guess he thought I was ready to kick his butt.

"Oh not you, I didn't mean you, you're different," said this guy who carried all his possessions in a tattered green duffle bag, who wore every article of clothing he owned on his back.

"Of course," I said, "I just bought you lunch."

We walked in silence after that. When we got to the bus station Chris asked if I would walk him back to his part of town. "See you later," I said. I thought: Sink or swim, white boy. The bus came into Gainsville at about 3 p.m. The quiet ride ended in Atlanta at about 4:30. I took the subway back to the airport. A young black woman leaned against the seat next to me. She dozed off occasionally. In her arms she cradled a sack of books. Around her neck hung a stethoscope. Why hadn't she given up? I could return home to my comfortable world. I could wait for my skin to turn white again. She would have to endure.

Joshua Solomon is University of Maryland student.



http://www.mdcbowen.org/p2/rm/white/solomon.html
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Re: White BGOL member tells black men "Quit bitching!White men have equal stress (pos

Everyone needs to quit cryin victim ... yall can go by a 3000 calorie meal for $3 ...

some of our street beggars make 30k+ a year ...

while some people in India eat rats as a TREAT homie ... dudes in Nigeria live in the landfill diggin through it and that is a GOOD JOB to them

I ain't no patriot but all this 'I have it so hard' while we are on our wireless Macs and Laptops is kinda disgusting when you think of it
 
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blacktrace said:
Nobody reads on BGOL but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Back in the early 1990s, there was a white guy by the name of Joshua Solomon who was inspired by a book he read called Black Like Me. As an experiment to really see how much racism a Black man experiences, he took pills to turn his skin "black" and shaved his head bald.

He planned to do it for a whole semester off from college. He never got passed two weeks. The story was reported in the Washington Post.
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Hey for those who want to read the article mentioned above. Click below. Very interesting read.

http://www.mdcbowen.org/p2/rm/white/solomon.html
 
Re: White BGOL member tells black men "Quit bitching!White men have equal stress (pos

:yawn::sleep:The White Man's burden I guess.
 
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Les W said:
Everyone needs to quit cryin victim ... yall can go by a 3000 calorie meal for $3 ...

some of our street beggars make 30k+ a year ...

while some people in India eat rats as a TREAT homie ... dudes in Nigeria live in the landfill diggin through it and that is a GOOD JOB to them

I ain't no patriot but all this 'I have it so hard' while we are on our wireless Macs and Laptops is kinda disgusting when you think of it
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nobody is a victim.
we get judged on our skin first our talents next and skin is always a factor even if you do have talent that's the point.
in america where we live racism is alive and well. racism is almost accepted openly its been accepted privately. so for a white male to cry like the world isn't his oyster is insulting to me as a black male with real problems that i have no control over. i am black i wouldn't change it for the world. being black comes at a price that we pay everyday successful or bum.
 
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largebillsonlyplease said:
nobody is a victim.
we get judged on our skin first our talents next and skin is always a factor even if you do have talent that's the point.
in america where we live racism is alive and well. racism is almost accepted openly its been accepted privately. so for a white male to cry like the world isn't his oyster is insulting to me as a black male with real problems that i have no control over. i am black i wouldn't change it for the world. being black comes at a price that we pay everyday successful or bum.
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Re: White BGOL member tells black men "Quit bitching!White men have equal stress (pos

All I know is he knows more than me what it is to be white but at the same time I know more than him what it is to be black. We all have our struggles but I still will never figure out why whites kill themselves the way they do.
 
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largebillsonlyplease said:
nobody is a victim.
we get judged on our skin first our talents next and skin is always a factor even if you do have talent that's the point.
in america where we live racism is alive and well. racism is almost accepted openly its been accepted privately. so for a white male to cry like the world isn't his oyster is insulting to me as a black male with real problems that i have no control over. i am black i wouldn't change it for the world. being black comes at a price that we pay everyday successful or bum.
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wish you read my post and REALLY understood the point ... maybe one day you will :dunno:

While you are looking at them disgusted that they want sympathy the underdeveloped world is looking at YOU 100x more disgusted that you want sympathy ... so excuse me while I respectfully bow out of this pity party

peace
 
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Pworld297 said:
All I know is he knows more than me what it is to be white but at the same time I know more than him what it is to be black. We all have our struggles but I still will never figure out why whites kill themselves the way they do.
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The answer is right in front of your face, they hate you because they hate the skin they are in. We have adopted their self loathing, you'd be hard pressed to find a black person that hates their skin color without the PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITIONING to hate it by whites.
Racism is the worlds #1 Mental Illness.
 
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