... it's a sad cycle, tho, fam. At least here in H-Town, in the 60's and early 70's, there was a thriving Black marketplace. Everything you wanted, groceries, restaurants, professional services, funeral homes - you name it, Blacks owned it; and there was plenty competition, too.
Here comes the Civil Rights Act and folk was about to piss themselves just to give their hard-earned money to a bunch of peckerwoods who didn't even want it (how's THAT for logic)... all at the expense of our Black-owned businesses. In the H, folks were forced to merge, sell out, or close for lack of support, and those that stayed in the game have been forced to scale-back the quality of their services just to keep food on the table; hence, the stereotype is qualified. We can't even hire our own - a lot of the cats I know are forced to hire these damn esays because at least them muthafuckas 'aint scared to work.
I try at every turn to support Black business, but muthafuckas disappoint me damn near every time. Niggas be late, shit not fixed the first time... but Pops taught me to be long suffering; we climb together and this color don't fade. I drive right the fuck past 5 corner stores just to partonize the one not owned by these community raping-ass Yangs (you niggas on the east coast kill me w/that bullshit - and you wanna fight them hoes for fucking you when you the one walking in bent over), but it's worth every drop of gas. Even my Moms thinks my ass is crazy, but don't give up on us, fam. Seek and support!