Here is a column by a white guy beginning his awakening. It's an excellent rant. He's starting to wake up -- he's not quite there yet. He's at the There are niggers and then there are black people phase.

On the other hand, I am sick to death of black people as a group. The truth. That is part of the conversation Obama is asking for, isn't it? I live in an eastern state almost exactly on the fabled Mason-Dixon line. Every day I see young black males wearing tee shirts down to their knees -- and jeans belted just above their knees. I'm an old guy. I want to smack them. All of them. They are egregious stereotypes. It's impossible not to think the unthinkable N-Word when they roll up beside you at a stoplight in their trashed old Hondas with 19-inch spinner wheels and rap recordings that shake the foundations of the buildings. It's like a broadcast dare: Go ahead! Call me a nigger! And then I'll cap your ass.

Good reading:

http://www.instapunk.com/archives/InstaPunkArchiveV2.php3?a=1306#

GREL