THE RAGE OF THE BLACK MIDDLE CLASS

Poor Sam Fulwood. What a harrowing experience he had, barbecuing in his upper-middle-class black neighborhood. Some uppity whites almost bought a house and ruined “the sanctuary of (his black) community.” And in Washington, Fulwood gathers at a party where whites are not allowed. He offers that his host is not a racist, in fact she worries that her world is not black enough. How can anyone reared in the 20th Century be proud that he and his friends gather in organizations that practice exclusion based on race? I also came of age as the Great Society drew to a close. I also have a dream. A dream in which all men are judged by the content of their character, not the color of their skin. It’s a dream in which white people can buy homes in Fulwood’s neighborhood and feel welcome at his parties.

GEORGE R. THOMPSON

Woodland Hills