
The East Africans that came to my neighborhood in the 90s in North Atlanta were cool. They wanted to be in our group. But their parents were teaching them they were better than us since our ancestors were slaves to white people… like their families weren’t under duress from global white supremacy. There were noticeable differences in how they kept their homes. But it was all love from us. Learning English, learning to be cool, we were supposed to be brothers… Then they flipped on us and started repeating what they were taught at home about us.
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