"You will never understand what it's like to be a black person in today's society! You don't get profiled when you shop in high end stores! You don't fear for your life when you get pulled over by a cop! That goes for black men and women!" Heaving from the anger I put behind those words I try to read him but come up short as he peers at me with an emotion I couldn't quite distinguish.
Speaking softer I continue, "And most of all you don't know my struggle, you're not from where I'm from so I definitely don't expect you to understand my black culture ."
His face turns from a flesh colored pink to red instantly, "I'm trying to understand but you're not letting me!"
I'm tired. Sick and tired and I feel a migraine coming on... "I have to go," I say massaging my temples. I grab my bag and and head down to the lower level of the penthouse as he follows behind me quiet as a mouse. Giving him one last glance I grab the handle that leads me out of his front door.
This was unlike any debate or discussion we've ever had, this was an argument.
An argument I don't think we will ever get past.
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