Yesterday, I went to make sure that my head remained relatively dead cell-free. Any place where hair is being styled or shorn is a great place to get into all sorts of stimulating conversations and top-of-the-lungs debates. Yesterday was no different.
My barber, Mario, a huge—as in fat—guy, has a lot of children. Some of them work for him as barbers, beauticians and manicurists. One of the girls, a seventeen-year-old senior in high school, is about to send out her college applications for the 2004 fall semester/quarter, she informed me. I’ve been going to this barbershop for a few years now and I’ve watched this young lady grow up, so I was thrilled.
This led to a discussion about loans and scholarships. The daughter is applying to Cal State and University of California schools, along with private schools like USC and Pepperdine. Mario tried to dissuade his daughter from applying to private schools because of the costs involved, but I told him not to do that. She should apply and then apply for scholarships, I told him. If she doesn’t get enough to cover costs, she can go to a UC or a Cal State school. All they can do is say ‘no,’ I told him. He was convinced.
(Like many people over fifty, he is ambivalent about computer use, so I clued him in about the various ways of winning scholarship money through the Internet.)
While this conversation was going on, there was an older man and his grandson waiting their turn. At an opportune moment, the man interjected with this:
“You gotta jump through too many hoops just to get an education! They don’t want us there anyway!”
Why did he have to say that in front of me? (Answering my own rhetorical question: so I could blog about it, of course.)
This is what it’s all about. They don’t want us there. Those hoops are just there to discourage blacks and latinos from applying to college. Yep, that’s right. No other group of people has to follow the same route when applying for college, according to this man.
So, because they allegedly don’t want us there, we should just forget about going to college.
Isn’t that the most stupid pile of feces you’ve ever read in your life? After all the Affirmative Action, the 20 points for melanin, the black-only dorms, the black-only graduation ceremonies, they don’t want us there. Even if it were true, so what? Getting a college education isn’t a popularity contest—although the Looney Left Liberal professors make a good impression of it being so (which, ironically, would work in a victicrat black person’s favor.)
This is the crux of the problem with too many black Americans. It’s not about jobs, education, money or housing, not really. Black people want you to like them, every last one of them; from Al Sharpton to Condoleezza Rice (okay, maybe not her).
Heck, I don’t even like every black person. In fact, I don’t like most of them. (Don’t start feeling smug, others. I don’t like most of you either.)
Some Jamaican and African immigrants I know have even said as much. The man who owns the cleaners that I frequent, an American born in Jamaica, put it this way: “You [native-born black] Americans care about things that most of us don’t. Trivialities. You want everyone to love you.”
When black (and other) immigrants come here from places where most don’t have adequate housing, in-door plumbing, food, health care and opportunities, they make the most of it and worry about people liking them later, if at all.
(Calming down.) Well, for my black brethren who still want unconditional love from white people, I submit for your approval a white brutha and sista who really know how to show some love to the race! Heh.