Whenever I am around you I shake inside so terribly that I want to wet myself and the bile wells up inside of me, choking me on my own vomit. I only want to escape back into my comfortable dark and shrouded existence where I am safe from your corrupt and vile world of contemptible behaviors. There I can cry undetected. There in my pitch black self-imposed prison, I, in form, can become the invisible man.Alone I grieve sometimes when I remember what we used to be as a people, and I remember that time when my talents and abilities transcended color.

A time when I was allowed to display my compassion and knowledge, and that humanity brought me power, and I was in demand. Now, in this time, my talents and abilities gain only fear from the masses because of my color. Then, as I remember, there was no conflict when it came to right or wrong. Nor was it personal. It was simply right or wrong. Now I am conflicted. Right is wrong and wrong is right, and it has without a doubt become personal.To get ahead I had to distinguish myself from the negative stereotypes of inner city Negro men. I am not one of those Negros; I never have been one of those Negros. One of those demanding special treatment, one of those safe uncle Tom, grinning, tap dancing shake your booty jigger boo’s perceived by whites as one of those safe one’s. I was and am one of those smart ass, non- bowing, kiss my ass if you don’t dig where I am coming from, dangerous one’s.

Their self-consciousness over race limits their ability to have any direct, honest conversation with me. For them race permeates so much of their thinking in this society, and subtly colors so many of their action. They live in ambiguous shades of gray, and try as they may to convince me of otherwise, I don’t trust them. When I ask, the answer I receive with jarring vehemence is, “You are the man.” You are not like them and we need you, someone who is a credit to his race.” As if I were truly so naive enough to think that because of my race, which they have no idea what my race is, they would not use or hurt me because of it. When it comes to them, you people, my distrust and resentments are rife. And still they, you, have the audacity to think that I don’t see a striking consistency in your racist behaviors.I just wanted to welcome all of my negro friends back to the 19th century.

You have made the journey so short that you never realized that you were going backwards. You have regained your positions once again as bed bitches and field nigger and house niggers. You allow your pants to droop and you walk once again with a wide gait because they are falling down around your knees. You allow your battered and abused children to become captives of a system that is designed to teach them to fail and you have forgotten how to be just and humane because of your greed and lost of your true history.

So,you continue to go on your party hardy boat rides, forgetting that it was a boat ride that got you here in the first place, and array yourselves in Baby Phat, FuBu and P Diddy. Kill your brothers and call your women bitches and Ho's. You are now at a place where you have never been before, self imposed slavery. You are chained to corruption and greed and have no natural affection. You have become worst than your Masters.