Paint Me Purple...PLEASE!

Gary and I had another 'unique' conversation, this time about blacks, namely Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice and Colon Powell. He was spouting the usual Larson-spoon-fed bullshit about how you can't say anything about blacks. He also said that blacks who have jobs like Powell, while those who do not work (and live in ghettos) hate him. I told him that I disagreed with that statement. I said that black who are wealthy republicans like him, while democrats might tend not to. I wanted to say that anyone who valued truth, honor and human life would not like Powell. The conversation continued until he started to tell me about his neighbor, who is black, and how "the guy is the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet." I sarcastically replied, "Amazing, are you sure he's black?" He backtracked. I then told him that I grew up in a largely black neighborhood, saw gangs and pimps at work. Suddenly the conversation changed. I'm not black, but since I wasn't in agreement with him, he lost all his steam. He talked about how when he was in the military, blacks who didn't talk like most blacks ("They spoke good english") were treated differently by other blacks, likewise those same blacks usually were promoted and further shunned by lower-ranking blacks. He seemed to think that blacks inherantly hate hardworking blacks. It was mind-blowing to me. I can easily see why there was so much termoil during the era when he was in Vietnam and earlier. He's such an ass, sometimes.
~J