When blacks and whites mingle
Last evening, as I was working at the Dollar General where I make a (very) few extra bucks, a group of kids came in.
There were five or six of them; two were white, the rest black. They made a few purchases and I rang them out and took their money. As I did, I had a chance to make a few quick observations, and these, in turn, left me with a few questions.
Chiefly amomg those:
Why is it that, when blacks and whites hang out together, for any length of time at all, whites become black? Whites will pick up the bodily movements, fashion styles, phrasings and intonations, even the speech patterns and cadences, of blacks. I don't understand; blacks never become "more white" by associating with us.
Now, don't call me an intolerant racist and try to tell me it's not true; we've all seen it. I even find myself doing it from time to time when I talk to blacks. I resist it, because I'm not black, and have no need to be accepted for anything other than what I, in fact, am. But my wife? Holy crap! Get her around some blacks or too-far-gone wannabees, and you'd think I'd married Queen Latifa or Li'l Kim.
White kids, especially, when hanging out with blacks, always end up talking and dressing like moronic rappers.
Why is this? Why do whites do this? White guilt? Perhaps we sublimate our own personalities and such out of feelings of remorse for past indiscretions?
Black personalities are stronger and more dominant?
Why? Anybody?