You had me. During those first couple of days after George Floyd was killed by police, you had me. I was there. I was on your side. The truth is, I was never against you. But after seeing that awful video, I could see myself taking a more proactive role in supporting your cause. Admittedly, I don't know exactly what that means. I know I'm not giving anyone any money. I know I'm not going into the streets to protest, even peacefully. But I could somehow see myself being more proactive in some way.

And then you just couldn't help yourself. You had to be provocative. It's almost like you couldn't stand to see so many people agreeing with you. Maybe you're just not used to it. You couldn't help but explain to me that if I didn't give money, or go out and protest, or actively support those who were protesting (even those causing destruction), that I was a part of the problem. You told me to shut up because my opinion didn't matter. You told me that even if I did go out and protest and even if I did give money, that I'd still be part of the problem anyway. You told me I wasn't allowed to condemn both the police and the rioters. Basically I was told to take my sympathy and frick off.

And now we all have a problem. Communication is now worse than it was a couple weeks ago. I care less and less about your cause. I'm warming up to the idea of using force to clear our streets.

I'm also dying to speak out with a hard dose of the truth. But I know I can't because other than being white, I'd face backlash from blacks and from the "woke" white crowd (you know those who have been "helping" you for over 60 yrs now. And from Karen, too). Hell, I may even face backlash from my job, as most companies are scared to death of your movement. Congrats on that, I suppose.

But what would that hard truth look or sound like if I were to speak up? It'd sound like a challenge to provide any credible numbers that demonstrate a crisis of police killing African Americans. Of course I'm not saying it doesn't happen. I'm saying it's nowhere near the level of a national crisis. And I challenge you to prove otherwise.

I'd also ask you to confront your own demons before worrying about others. The whole "clean your own house, first" thing. You see, it's indisputable that African Americans commit an absurd amount of crime compared to their percentage of the population. It's indisputable that over 70% of African American children are born out of wedlock and into a toxic environment. You've spent your entire life being told you're a victim.

I'd never be naive enough to suggest that being black makes one more prone to crime. That simply isn't true. But being poor and living in a toxic environment can indeed make one prone to crime. It just so happens that way too many African Americans are living this everyday. Poverty, and toxicity all around them.

But why is this the case?

One thing you likely don't know is that the poverty rate among black families fell from 87 percent in 1940 to 47 percent in 1960, during an era of virtually no major civil rights legislation or anti-poverty programs. It dropped another 17 percentage points during the decade of the 1960s and one percentage point during the 1970s. Then that trend began to reverse itself.

In various skilled trades, the incomes of blacks relative to whites more than doubled between 1936 and 1959—that is, before the magic 1960s decade when supposedly all progress began. The rise of blacks in professional and other high- level occupations was greater in the years immediately preceding the Civil Rights Act of 1964 than in the years afterwards. While some good things did come out of the 1960s, as out of many other decades, so did major social disasters that continue to plague us today.

Now you have government housing, various entitlement programs, etc. These programs have existed for over half a century now. Yet, somehow, African Americans today are worse off than their grandparents were in every single government metric. Every single one.

So, even though I simply "don't understand", I'm going to offer you some advice anyway. First, open your mind and be willing to have a candid dialogue, where your own problems are allowed into the discussion- that conversation has been taboo for over a decade now. Own those problems and work from within to fix them. Then ask yourself if Karen truly gives a shite about you. A good litmus test would be to take your "demonstrations" to her neighborhood and see if she joins you, or if she hides, or if Mr Karen starts shooting. Then consider who's been pandering for your vote for your entire life and how long those people have been in office. Then take another look around you and ask yourself whether you've really been helped or harmed. Trust me, they see you the exact same way as they see me, with my guns and bibles. The only difference is they talk to you- usually only around election time.

Anyways, I'm sure now just "isn't the time" for truth and honesty, but there it is. Like i said, you had me. And now you're making me question my own sanity as to how I could have allowed myself to be duped so badly. Grow up.

Sincerely,
White America

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