Had lovely curry lunch in Brick Lane with the high school ladies... and now I think, despite being surrounded by warm Indian flavours of butter chicken curry... I must be a white person.
I couldn't relate to the mixed race bigot who sat with us at lunch. Harsh words. I'm already apologetic, but I won't use the backspace because I meant it at the time. What's kinder to say, less show stopping is: I never get her.
She's sooo determined to go through the world proving that she's smarter than everything and everyone in it.
I'd rather be impressed with all the things and people smarter than me.
She's determined to exert her opinion as fact upon everyone.
I like, live for, love the different colours of opinions.
She deeply affected by one white kid at school saying that her parents would be devastated by her bringing a black boy home.
That same one white kid at school then dated both a black boy and an indian boy for over four years. Selective Memory
She thinks that the Zimbabwean government, on historical grounds of ownership, are making the right decisions in terms of isolating and victimising the white population.
I cannot understand how isolating or victimising anyone can be a solution to a problem.
She thinks that Oprah setting up a school in South Africa is a form of African-American neo-colonialism driven by middle class black Americans who now think they can behave like white people.
I think Oprah is generous and picked a spot that appealed to her most.
At the end of it all, I concluded that I am obviously white, brainwashed by my class and white peers into believing that sometimes, black folk can't think straight.
It's not just black folk though. Sometimes, individuals don't think straight.
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