Someone posted this video on Facebook today. When I initially watched it, my thoughts mirrored the comments of others who watched it. "Wow..this girl is pretty good". Then the cynic in me chimed in to say "but if she was black, this would be totally different". I don't know how many videos I've seen like this where viewers have been less than sympathetic to the little rhythmic black girl.
"But can she read?..."
"She'll be on a pole soon..."
"Where is she learning this from?..."
"This is a damn shame..."
The list of comments go on and on. I find it really strange that I saw none of these comments on this particular video. As a matter of fact, praises and kudos were thrown graciously to this little blonde girl who couldn't hold a dance candle to some other black children her age.
So my question is this...Why do we love or hate ourselves so much, that we are so critical of the things that our own people do? Yet we ignore those same things being done by those of other races.
White man taking groceries from a store in the eye of a flood...surviving
Black man doing the same...looting.