My older brother once took a college course about African American History not because it was required as part of his degree but because he was honestly curious. He was the only white face in there. There was a sea around him of Afros stuck with those silly combs in them. The instructor was great. He was from Kenya, graduated from Oxford and knew his business.<quoted text>
I don't have a problem with teaching the contributions of blacks to history and science integrated into the curriculum. It's important.
But it's a matter of blending in, thinking like an American instead of a person who's black and letting go of the past.
The ones who have done that have no complaints, false arrogance and don't hold a grudge.
A mentality of victimization serves no one and receives little sympathy from anyone.
My brother was disgusted with all of the stupid racist remarks barked from the 'brothers' around him. There was a constant drone of "Hallelujah!", "Amen, Brotha!", "Right on, Brotha!, etc., the sort of barking yelps you might here in a black Baptist Sunday service with a bouncing organ.
About half way through the semester, the Oxford-educated black instructor from Kenya couldn't take it anymore and blew up. He yelled at the class in unrestrained anger accusing them of racist stupidity. My brother's jaw hit the floor. The instructor went on to tell them that if they tried driving their Pimpmobiles in Africa, they get stuck, starve and die in disgrace. He laid into them bad.
The rest of the semester was civilized in that classroom. Black racism hid its head for the time left. My brother never forgot that experience. I have many similar stories to share from my college and work experience.
BTW, my brother's son later on became a Big Brother Mentor to several inner city blacks before he got married.