I've discovered the real roots of America these past few days and decided that writing about it was better than killing an innocent victim to soothe the hostility I feel towards my heritage. I picked up a pen because it was safer than a gun. This was a valuable lesson I've learned from my forefathers, who did both. Others in my country react on instinct and choose not to deliberate the issue as I have. …showed first 75 words of 2447 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2447 total…many contemporary rap artists. I now see why certain black men look at white men with anger in their eyes. I now understand why I was punched in the face by an unknown black youth one day a few years ago as I walked out of a Safeway supermarket. His one comment to me as he ran off was, "Sorry, man. I just hate white people." So do I, my brother. Now, so do I.