I'm black and I'm proud, but i'm tired of beating my head against the wall and kissing arse just to be regarded as a nice, hardworking and intelligent black person.
Why does one always have to be doubted at all times when given a task?
My forefathers were buked, scorned and made to feel inferior, but currently the dance is still the same even though the rhythm has changed.
At work when you complain seeking justice and fair treatment you get to be asked if you need more training. WTF. You came to complain about the treatment you are exposed to not, the skills you might be needing to do your work well.
I love my job but more importantly I love being black, and I bet my grandfather won't be saying the same if he was still alive. Being black back then was more like you are being a suspect. Today the pain of being black is that you have to prove yourself over and over since we are still used as buffers indirectly.
What pisses me off is that we darkies we love to bear the brunt of everybody else's contempt.
I'm black and I don't feel burdened by it and I don't think its a huge responsibility. It's part of who I am, it does not define me.
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