Monday, October 28, 2019

Whoa, mama! how the other half lives.

We talk of the national guilt, that is that, prior to 1864, we enslaved mostly an entire race of people, as if they were nothing more than animals.  Racial awareness has pervaded the mainstream in the interim, with all kinds of steps towards healing the divide.

Now.

Some 50-plus years after the Civil Rights Act, African-Americans have made a prefunctory step towards an equal footing with their Caucasian counterparts.  Behold:

Samuel Little, an African-American, now a senior citizen, has vividly and credibly confessed to some 90 murders across the United States from decades past.

This is just a small step towards that envelope that right-leaning middle America might refer to as "normalcy".  Just recently, we also see the social conservatism of self-identified "black voters" in the Democrat primary polls, as they almost entirely reject Mayor Pete, the quietly gay candidate.

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