I would like to have my perceptions about the America's black dilemma analyzed because as a senior citizen, I like to solicit opinions from the younger generation in order to broaden my perspective. These are some of the images that my retinas capture, and they dwell in my head, begging to be interpreted.
Take the evening news, for instance: When watching it, It's routine for me to see a staff of well-groomed blacks appearing on my screen: an anchor person, a weatherman, a sports reporter, all giving a credible accounting of themselves in the public eye. And on the same show it is also not unusual during the course of the latest news, to see a microphone thrust into the face of an inner city black woman, tearful and soft spoken, lamenting the death of her child by black thugs or white cops. There will also be an earnest black brother, decrying the violence terrorizing his black community. Neither of these 2 are loud and obnoxious, but just everyday folks trying to make it.
The blacks reporting the news are in the company of other ones prominent in the various media outlets. Those whose records are topping the charts, and whose sports feats are exciting their fans, celebs whose activity is captured by the paparazzi and discussed by the hosts of magazine tabloid shows and social media outlets. TV actors starring in first rate movies,prime time dramas and situation comedies, many of which are directed by blacks. Just recently Blacks have been making names for themselves in the Olympics, their accomplishments being well publicized.
When I make my regular excursions to WalMart, whose $!0-an-hour black employees are liberally sprinkled throughout the departments, stacking shelves, tidying up clothing racks, busily manning the check-out lines where I am greeted and serviced by black females resplendent in their long silky weaves or elaborate braided extensions, often blond or red in color, their fingernails artfully manicured, their noses pierced, their false eyelashes glued into place. Some are animated, other reserved, all are competent and polite. There will also be young black males in the mix, sporting their wild, spiked hair styles, respectfully addressing me as "Maam" - a collection of black folks who seem to be remarkably adjusted, all appearing to be anything but down and out.
Yes, driving while black is hazardous to black males especially felons who. when stopped by cops, flee the scene because they have warrants and sometimes guns, all of which puts them at risk for being murdered into martyrdom. Equally hazardous is living while in an inner city neighborhood where intended targets and innocent bystanders alike are regularly shot dead by thugs aiming to avenge personal "beefs". These scenarios are the heads and tails of "the black lives matter" coin, a movement crippled by its empty slogan.
And do black women really hate themselves? Ghetto sistas are very confident. They don't stress over their weight, and don't give a shit about what others think. Just ask them and they'll tell you. As for their flamboyance, they like to embellish their appearance the way tribal African women do. Middle class black women are returning to natural hair styles, carrying themselves with dignity and good taste whether thick or thin. Some of these women may use products to even out their spotty skin tone, as opposed to trying to whiten their skin.
Most of all, I question whether black women of any class admire white women to the point where they hate themselves. IMO, they reserve their negative sentiments for those black men who prefer white women.
Enlighten me, however. Tell me how my perceptions are being "manipulated" as so many critics like to declare. And are such accusations an attempt, themselves, at manipulation?