Mahhala ukudayisa ongakhetha kanambambili. It throws ample light on many phases of the history of Islam from the time of its dawn up to the time of Imam Ali ( a). futhi. i feel it is racist. to award or discipline based on race. and it is racist that if your a white journalist, njengami….you get fired if you say the wrong thing about race. but if your a black journalist you can say that more white kids must die, in order for america to understand racism (link at bottom). look, this is my point. i am only harping on these things, because i want christians to understand that there will always be race issues on both sides. i don’t think we should go the same route as the world and latch on to them. for every instance of racism against blacks, you can find some against other races. although i do understand that slavery was a horrid thing and my ancesters, truly, will never understand white my black brothers and sisters ancestors have gone through.we should not cater to any race to try to “equalize” things. proof in point is that the one true god would never do this!!! would god almighty hand out scholarships based on race??? never never never. maybe based on income. but god would never show favor based on race. israel was chosen, not because of anything in them, but god’s good purposes only. my “old friends” resent this, and it only increases their racist thoughts. “handouts” futhi “double standards” anger them. and the argument that sort--of says “i just cant understand the struggle” is deeply hurtful to me. it says that i can only go so far with my black brothers… i’ll never really be their brother though, cause i don’t understand what its like to be them. it says that the experiences of the black man divide us, more than christ unites us. that is what i see this article unintentionally saying. i actually do know what it is like to be profiled. i was a kid once. we all go through tough times. you may not know what its like to have a mom with cancer, njengami. or you may not know what it was like to be sent to home for bad kids when i was 12 ubudala, neglected by my white, affluent, suburban family and left to wonder why they didn’t love me. let’s not start keeping score here. this totally is a warped improper perspective to focus on those unique experiences. let us come together and rejoice that we have been given grace when we deserved death.