The Racial Issue

The Racial Issue I know nothing about being black but when black people speak about childhood poverty I sense empathy I too know how it feels like being dismissed Once I was invited to a birthday party by people who were serious, I had nothing to give so my mother gave me two tins of sardine in olive oil and the had very colourful labels. I still hear the laughter it caused and still stings me like being attacked by a beehive. I`m not a nice person if I go into a shop and the staffs talk into their phone I make my displeasure loudly I dislike being ignored meekness left me years ago. So I`m trying to say people can only discriminate against you if feeling inferior. My wife, born in Kinshasa in Congo does not understand black Americas struggle with slavery, but it is up to the black Americans to rise above it.