They’re Not As Crazy As You Might Think!

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“HOMELESS ON 6TH sTREET” byFRANCO POLINI is licensed under CCBY SA 2.0

Rule 24) Ignore the black bums and beggars in the streets and subways. They’ll address you as “sir” or “brother” when they need cash or a smoke, but the moment you refuse them, their true racist nature will emerge.

I ran into one of these characters the other day on my way to the supermarket. He was hunched over and leaning up against a glass bus stop enclosure, mumbling to himself, but quickly moved into the middle of the sidewalk when he saw me approaching. “My brother, excuse me. You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette?”

“Don’t smoke,” I replied.

“Well, how about a dollar so I can get something to eat?”

“Sorry,” I said, and kept walking.

Suddenly, his voice became sinister, and he started yelling: “Where you going, white boy, where the hell you going?” He repeated it several times, and as a precaution, I turned around to make sure he wasn’t going to run up on me with a weapon. By calling me “white boy,” he hoped I would be so offended that I’d say something to him, make a public scene, or maybe start a fight.

Most people who read this are going to say, come on, that homeless guy didn’t mean any disrespect, he’s probably just crazy. And to that, I would disagree. The liberal mindset believes we should all feel sorry for these unfortunate people, and some I do, especially the occasional person I see sleeping on the street, stuffed into a cardboard box in the middle of winter. However, I’m not willing to accept the narrative that all these so-called homeless are mentally challenged victims of an uncaring system.

I’ve lived in the city for nearly 36 years, and like most New Yorkers, I’ve encountered my fair share of so-called homeless people, mainly in the subway, but often on the streets. With the exception of someone like Jordan Neely, who lost his life because he had threatened an entire train car filled with passengers, most of the black bums I’ve observed never lash out against individual whites who refuse to give them any spare change. But if they’re ignored by a light-skinned black or someone they perceive as biracial, the whole dynamic changes.

Black social justice advocates old enough to remember always say that the homeless problem involving black men skyrocketed during the 1980s when our government flooded black communities with crack cocaine. And, unbelievable as it may seem today, they actually did. But who forced all these black men to buy the drugs and become addicts? Did the white man hold a gun against their heads and make them suck on crack pipes all day long?

A more likely scenario was, and still is, black male laziness. What most people don’t realize is that dark-skinned African-American men, 90% of whom are raised in single-parent households without a father, are coddled by their mommies and the black community from the moment they are born. And by coddled, I mean they’re never under any pressure to work, to succeed in school, or take responsibility for their actions. They are encouraged, however, to become rappers or basketball players. For those whose dreams are never realized, and that’s the majority, they either fall into a life of crime, or what is known as the Peter Pan Syndrome - a condition used to describe “adults who struggle to embrace the responsibilities of adulthood, often exhibiting socially immature behaviors.” We’ve all witnessed the antics of black men in their thirties and forties clowning around on bicycles and scooters designed for children, while dressed in apparel marketed to teenagers.

And, one day, inevitably, their mommies will all die from old age or exhaustion, and these freeloader sons will end up losing the family apartments and get tossed into the streets without a penny in their pockets, where they’ll quickly transform into worthless beggars, animals, urinating and defecating anywhere they see fit, and embarrassing black people all over the world.

So, to all my Mulatto brothers and sisters: As I suggested in my title, don’t be fooled or feel sorry for these black bums and beggars. Most of them, even in their degraded subhuman form, are still on code with other black men when it comes to race and colorism, and no matter who you are or how successful, these Bantu panhandlers still believe they’re above you, better than you, and won’t think twice about causing you harm. So please take my advice: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to befriend or interact with them. Your life could depend on it!