Translation: Bussing those thar n*****rs into my neighborhood was the beginning of the end. Those NEW people forever sullied my old stomping grounds. I just don't like people of a certain type. That's why I made a beeline flight to the whitest of suburbs. WWJD?I just wish I could go back to that area. It is ruined. The last time I went to the neighborhood I grew up in I left crying. It was so sad to see what it had become. When the kids were bussed to Marshall it was the beginning of the end for that area. I recall 38th Street was only paved to Mithoeffer, that was only because of Marshall. My first real paying job was at the McDonalds at 38th and Post Road. There was next to nothing there then. Funny thing is we don't realize how special those days were until it's almost too late.
Hey,when you finally kick the bucket,and I know you believe in Jesus and Heaven. Is it going to bother you that Jesus isn't exactly a white guy? Do you think he'll look in askance at your prejudice? Do you envision Heaven as a lily white suburb replete with shopping malls,shoe stores,high-brow restaurants,perfectly clean & sterilized ATM machines,white marble roadways,and a super-luxurious McDonalds where all portions are super-sized for the price of a lesser portion here on Earth?
Do you think gentrification and modernization happens in Heaven? What if Heaven mirrors the Mid-East of 2000+ years ago? What if Heaven is a tent in the desert? Or do you imagine McMansions,roundabouts and fountains?