Paraphrasing a co-forumer from another land who brings up a valid point ...
All this talk about race is getting to be painful to watch. I don't think of myself of being any kind of race. I am a brother, a son, a neighbor, a nurse, a Christian, poker player, a damn fine chef and a good citizen. I don't wake up in the morning and wrap on my East side doo rag and think, I am a black man.
What is a black race anyway?
I think I know what a white race is. You can tell them when you see them. They are all pale and none of them can jump. We are quite different. I grow greens and melons; they grow tomatoes and onions, but then we trade. Before they can get real smart, they need glasses. None of them know how to use spices properly either.
He gravitated toward joking, but I think the point worth repeating is, What is race? Do we actually know?
