Just about everyday I see Black boys and men standing on the corners of the street selling dope. Their pants are down exposing what was meant to private and the way they feel about themselves is just plain obivious. As a black individual wanting progress in her community that pains me. There isn't excuse for that type of behavior. Oh, but I hear one. "It's the white man's fault." I beg to differ. It's the internal black man's fault. Thanks to our ancestors that excuse is not an option. Martin Luther King, Jr., Booker T. Washington, Rosa Parks, and others strived for the black race to have a voice. They succeeded, but to what degree. The black race is mute, and only because we want to be. How are we supposed be heard and have a voice when we can't read or write. Almost none of my high school peers can compose a decent sentence and conduct themselves in a civilized manner. I read that a 21-year-old black man is supposed to dead or imprisoned. I hate to think that if our ancestors were alive today they'd be in tears and think that all they've accomplished was in vain. Today is a sad today.
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