Such friends not only get it, but also have great bullshit-detectors and so they totally understand that they can say stuff that you can’t. Sadly, this is not as common as one would wish, but some are lucky to have that white friend who you don’t need to explain shit to. One great gift for the Zipped-Up Negro is The White Friend Who Gets It. “Understanding America for the Non-American Black: Thoughts on the Special White Friend We let it pile up inside our heads and when we come to nice liberal dinners like this, we say that race doesn’t matter because that’s what we’re supposed to say, to keep our nice liberal friends comfortable. And we don’t want them to say, Look how far we’ve come, just forty years ago it would have been illegal for us to even be a couple blah blah blah, because you know what we’re thinking when they say that? We’re thinking why the fuck should it ever have been illegal anyway? But we don’t say any of this stuff. We don’t even tell our white partners the small things that piss us off and the things we wish they understood better, because we’re worried they will say we’re overreacting, or we’re being too sensitive. But the minute you step outside, race matters. When you are black in America and you fall in love with a white person, race doesn’t matter when you’re alone together because it’s just you and your love. I came from a country where race was not an issue I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America. “The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not.
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