I grew up in Miami Florida. There was no black & white then. White people were cordial to blacks and same back to 'em. I moved to Atlanta in 1966 and it was then I discovered color division. Riding down the country road on my bike I was chased by blacks yelling "cracker" and had rocks thrown at me. Where did they learn that? I wonder.......
When I got into music and hit the road at 17, many of my friends were black. Musicians had a kindred spirit, black, white or spotted. It's different now. A large number of blacks have been raised on hip-hop and rap. Violent racist and womanizing music has programmed them into young wanna-be thugs, or real thugs, depending on their abilities and drive. As Dylan said, a hard rain is gonna fall. We're in for a storm that know no mercy. But, it's a small part of the bigger picture. Read your bible.
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