It seems to be apparent to all but those directly involved that American blacks and American whites at this point and in this age have more commonalties than differences. We are all human beneath this skin, after all. The same species, of course. The same hopes and dreams and fears. This sort of denigration is no more attractive than the type practiced by some white novelists in earlier ages.
Racism is racism no matter how it's packaged.
It's a house that has been empty for quite some time and that is rumored to be haunted. It has, in fact, become a gathering place for those that have left this life but have been unable to reach for the next one without passing on their stories. The sounds that I've played have been heard by others who are unconnected. They do not know who they are, and yet they attempt to make music that tells our story. The beat is powerful, but their message is hollow.