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In high school, one of my best friends (who is black) was with me at lunch and went to get something in the cafeteria. He spoke to a black girl for a minute and came back. Then he told me that the girl asked why he hung out with me because "I don't like black people."
Um...I am black. Several of my best friends/beloved little ones are black or black hispanic. My ENTIRE family is black (unless you want to take it back to slavery times or the alleged "Indian" times).
Just because I dressed up for school spirit "celebrity day" as Britney Spears (cos I had a plaid school girl skirt handy) and didn't stand with you in the space next to the cafeteria they had to PAINT YELLOW and put a sign that said you can not stand in the space painted yellow (because that is where all the fights happened and strangely enough was were 99.99% of black students would stand during lunch on any given day-no joke) does not mean that I hate myself or any other black person. And just because you're black doesn't mean we're obligated to be BFF for life or vice versa. I judge on content of character-and the constant willingness to fight and/or match head to toe in lime green (or whatever the color of the day was), or to start the famous "Jamaicans vs. Haitians School War" are not ideal friend characteristics for me.
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