I recently went for a walk with a tall Negro. I wasn't lucid. I was lucid on steroids. Hyper lucid.
Why? What was it about that man, that scenario, that moment that caused me to gush one brutal self reflection after another? One insight after another that I had not let, We had not have him say until then? The Negro.
He was lucid. He was experienced. He was self aware.
Self aware in a way Whitey or Asians never will be. He had suffered. Now about my age, He told me of being a youth and listening to a straw boss call him boy. Repeatedly. The rage. Whitey might call it fury.
