(Sharing a public post…) What it’s like to be black in Naperville, America

​Original post can be found here:  https://www.facebook.com/brian.crooks/posts/10103901923530909

Excerpt from post:
One summer when I was back from college, I had an argument with a good friend of mine. When I say “good friend,” I mean that this is a guy I knew since middle school. Our dads used to work together. I can’t count how many times I had spent the night at his parents’ house. But we had an argument. The kind of argument most friends have at one point or another. This time, he decided to get really, really racial about it. He started off by telling me I should be ashamed of my complexion (he later claimed that he meant I had bad skin; only I’d only had like two pimples in my entire life). Then, he said I belong in the ghetto, not Naperville. In the end, he looked me dead in the face and called me a nigger. Again, this was one of my closest friends. Since then, I’ve completely cut him out of my life. But, it fits with the experiences that I’ve had too many times; people can be totally cool for years and years but suddenly decide that they need to be super racist because they want to hurt you. They’ll say they’re sorry, they’ll explain how you misinterpreted what they said, but the fact is, they reach for racism because they think it’ll emotionally and psychologically destroy you, and that’s what they want to do at that moment.

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