In this post a few days back I took an American writer named John Ridley to task. “Could someone remind him that, had his forebears not been taken to America as guest workers he would now, instead of being well paid by whites to write anti-white bullshit, be scampering around the jungle or begging food from some Western aid agency.”
Crazy racist Nazi talk, right?
Well no, in fact, and in my support I present black American author and Washington Post journalist Keith Richburg. Now, unlike those who romanticize Africa and Africans, Keith had the, er, advantage of having spent many years reporting from the Dark Continent. The experience left him contemptuous of those romantics.
Here are some excerpts from his book Out Of America (clever title, huh?)
"I'm tired of lying and I'm tired of all the ignorance and hypocrisy and the double standards I hear and read about Africa, much of it from people who've never been there, let alone spent three years walking around amid the corpses.
"Talk to me about Africa and my black roots and my kinship with my African brothers and I'll throw it back in your face, and then I'll rub your nose in the images of the rotting flesh.'
Echoing my point exactly, he adds "had my ancestor not made it out of here I might have ended up in that crowd...maybe I would have been one of those bodies, washing over the waterfall in Tanzania or maybe my son would have been set ablaze by soldiers. Thank God my ancestor got out, because, now, I am not one of them [Africans]. In short, thank God I am an American."
Thank you Mr. Richburg. Like the rest of us (I exclude those from the aid industry whose handsome living depends on denial) who have got to know Africa at first hand, the experience has made you a race realist. Welcome to the real world.
Now could anyone get this message to Ridley?