i’m pissed off. my dad sent me this article written by Fred Reed, a police reporter in Washington, regarding reparations for blacks. now before everyone goes and gets all huffy let me say that if you want to discuss this like rational and civilized adults bring it on, otherwise nasty comments about me and the great white power will be deleted and i will hunt you down and kick you in the throat.

okay, where was i? yes, reparations for blacks: i find it bizarre that some of the black population is demanding money for something that was done centuries ago. frankly, i don’t own a slave, my dad doesn’t own one, my grandfather didn’t own one, and in fact, my family came from ireland and wales and i think they were house servants or potato farmers. obviously, not rich enough to own a slave. every afternoon during my lunch hour i walk around downtown and every afternoon there is a black man, in his early forties, standing on the corner with a big sign reading: Reparations Now!. i have been tempted on several occassions to stop and ask if he was a slave. the answer most certainly would be “no”. often i have sat outside the harbert plaza talking on my cellphone and i have been interrupted by a black person asking for a handout.

i attended a public school where i was the minority. i remember clearly when i received a 26 on my ACT and my black classmates were amazed. i am awful at math but i worked my butt off in algebra II one year and made the A Honor Roll - the blacks in my class called me a teacher’s pet. everything i have i earned. i never asked for a handout. i never reported to the welfare office.

don’t get me wrong, i have plenty a friends who are black that are incredibly gifted, intelligent and work hard. my friend christophe for example, is attending medical school, plays a mean piano and is the most wonderful person i know. he is the exception to the rule.

here’s an idea: study hard, work harder, succeed in life. stop looking for people to do things for you. you are not owed anything but a swift kick in the ass. make your own dreams come true. a note to black parents: if this is what you want your children to aspire to you need to be drug to a field and shot. be a role model. if you had your kids at 15 and 16 years old, are on welfare, deal drugs, listen to shitty cop-killing, drug endorsing music, then your kids will too. lead by example. most of all stop depending on everyone else to do things for you. i’m tired of my tax dollars supporting your crack habit and thirteen kids.