There are no Dark Crusaders. No black elite getting in the huddle, strategizing how to terrorize those who refuse to present blacks in a positive light.
I’m so angry. Simply fuming. I was excited (albeit frightened-yet-oddly-encouraged in a desperately-needing-an-authority-figure kind of way) at the thought of phantom eyes monitoring my use of the N word, how much fried chicken I ate, and the amount of Ultra Sheen Cosmetics I put in my hair.
Damn you fakers!!! Damn you to hell!!!