Yes, there were a lot of things going on. When you have a nationwide phenomenon, it’s never just one cause.
You can call it failed integration or whatever it was it failed the black community. It did not result in an integrated economy. There was money going out but none coming in and that too had several causes.
For one thing, blacks did not understand there’s more to business than the retail store. They opened up little mom and pop stores and restaurants but they didn’t go into manufacturing, wholesale and distribution. So what happened? They had to get their products from Koreans, who over course overcharged them and gave the Korean storeowners discounts. Then the retailers had to overcharge the black consumers just to break even, much less make a profit. “Oh, you call yourself a brother and charging me $6 for a jar of cream I can get from the Koreans for $2!”
Add to that the government is subsidizing Koreans to set up businesses in the black community. The Koreans hate us because that’s what they saw fighting them during the Korean War.
Now we got integration. We can go work for “the man.” But they don’t go out with the idea of using the money to support black communities. Growing up in the ghetto, the black child learns to think of his neighborhood as someplace he must escape. Like a jail. The only income coming in from the outside is when white kids come to buy drugs. Black businesses where doing good when they were supported by policy, but first the Irish and Italian gangs then the government took that over and now it’s called the state lottery. Again money going out, none coming in.
Am I a separatist? Now as long as I been here, why would you even ask that question? If I were, I’d be over at Stormfront raising hell about black power. But I’m not. I’m here with friends whom I love to pieces.
You can call it failed integration or whatever it was it failed the black community. It did not result in an integrated economy. There was money going out but none coming in and that too had several causes.
For one thing, blacks did not understand there’s more to business than the retail store. They opened up little mom and pop stores and restaurants but they didn’t go into manufacturing, wholesale and distribution. So what happened? They had to get their products from Koreans, who over course overcharged them and gave the Korean storeowners discounts. Then the retailers had to overcharge the black consumers just to break even, much less make a profit. “Oh, you call yourself a brother and charging me $6 for a jar of cream I can get from the Koreans for $2!”
Add to that the government is subsidizing Koreans to set up businesses in the black community. The Koreans hate us because that’s what they saw fighting them during the Korean War.
Now we got integration. We can go work for “the man.” But they don’t go out with the idea of using the money to support black communities. Growing up in the ghetto, the black child learns to think of his neighborhood as someplace he must escape. Like a jail. The only income coming in from the outside is when white kids come to buy drugs. Black businesses where doing good when they were supported by policy, but first the Irish and Italian gangs then the government took that over and now it’s called the state lottery. Again money going out, none coming in.
Am I a separatist? Now as long as I been here, why would you even ask that question? If I were, I’d be over at Stormfront raising hell about black power. But I’m not. I’m here with friends whom I love to pieces.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.