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标 题: 黑人学校和黑人世界的真相 - Chris Jackson
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What is it Like to Teach Black Students?
by Christopher Jackson
Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a
southeastern state. The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are
like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like “
chaotic” or “poor learning environment” or “lack of discipline” do not
capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience
of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey.
One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that
they were loud. They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not
unusual for five students to be screaming at me at once. It did no good to
try to quiet them and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat
in on one woman’s class as she begged the children to pipe down. They just
yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers. They seemed to have no
conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something. They would
get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be
leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: “We gotta
get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!” The student may seem content with
that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again:
“Clinton good!”
Anyone who is around young blacks will probably get a constant diet of
rap music. Blacks often make up their own jingles, and it was not uncommon
for 15 boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving
back. They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words
in the same harsh, rasping dialect. The words were almost invariably a
childish form of boasting: “Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe,
who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?” The amateur rapper
usually ends with a claim—in the crudest terms imaginable—that all woman-
kind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, my students would
often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, “She suck dat
aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f* dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat
aaaahhh.” So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the
chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I took a call
on my cell phone and had to step outside of class. I was away about two
minutes but when I got back, the girls had lined up at the front of the
classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys.
Many black people, especially women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat
I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying
there are no fat white students—there are—but it is a matter of numbers
and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There
are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black
anorexic. “Black women be big Mr. Jackson,” my students would explain. “
Is it okay in the black community to be a little overweight?” I ask. Two
obese girls in front of my desk begin to dance, “You know dem boys lak
juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson.” “Juicy” is a colorful black expression for the
buttocks.
Blacks, on average, are the most directly critical people I have ever
met: “Dat shirt stupid. Yo’ kid a bastid. Yo’ lips big.” Unlike whites,
who tread gingerly around the subject of race, they can be brutally to the
point. Once I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I
asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a
bastion of civic engagement. Thirty dark hands shot into the air. My
students loved to leave the classroom and slack off, even if just for a few
minutes, away from the eye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy
to deliver the message. One very black student was indignant: “You pick da
half-breed.” And immediately other blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen
mouths are screaming, “He half-breed.”
For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic
performance of bIacks and there is much to lament. There is no question,
however, that many bIacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not
their fault. At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different
language. Blacks not only mispronounce words; their grammar is often wrong.
When a black wants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?” he may actually say
“Whar da badroom be?” Grammatically, this is the equivalent of “Where the
bathroom is?” And this is the way they speak in high school. Students
write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written
assignments.
It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with
what I would call a “country” accent that is hard to reproduce but results
in sentences such as “I’m gonna gemme a Coke.” Some of these country
whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that
most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks
do not.
Most of the bIacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects.
I taught history, and students would often say they didn’t want to do an
assignment or they didn’t like history because it was all about white
people. Of course, this was “diversity” history, in which every cowboy’s
black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but
black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and
assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was
Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to
research him, but they never did. They didn’t care and they didn’t want to
do any work.
Anyone who teaches bIacks soon learns that they have a completely
different view of government from whites. Once I decided to fill 25 minutes
by having students write about one thing the government should do to improve
America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students,
approximately 80 of whom were black. My white students came back with
generally “conservative” ideas. “We need to cut off people who don’t
work,” was the most common suggestion. Nearly every black gave a variation
on the theme of “We need more government services.”
My black students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government
services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty.
One black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services
and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for
the money to pay for those services. “Yeah, it come from whites,” she
finally said. “They stingy anyway.” “Many black people make over $50,000
dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I
said. She had an answer to that: “Dey half breed.” The class agreed. I let
the subject drop.
Many black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day
, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of
children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed
to have any objection to this career choice.
Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking
about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and I
brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A
majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it
lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: “Dat no big deal
. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus
’ wanna have a fun time; you know what I’m sayin’?” A few black heads
nodded in agreement.
My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from
all students to the following question: “Do you think it is okay to break
the law if it will benefit you greatly?” By then, I had been teaching for a
while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white
woman colleague aghast. “Yeah” was the favorite answer. As one student
explained, “Get dat green.” There is a level of conformity among blacks
that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap.
They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak
one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of
course, there are exceptions but they are rare. Whites are different. Some
like country music, others heavy metal, some prefer pop, and still others,
God forbid, enjoy rap music. They have different associations, groups,
almost ideologies. There are jocks, nerds, preppies, and hunters. Blacks are
all—well—black, and they are quick to let other blacks know when they
deviate from the norm.
One might object that there are important group differences among blacks
that a white man simply cannot detect. I have done my best to find them,
but so far as I can tell, they dress the same, talk the same, think the same
. Certainly, they form rival groups, but the groups are not different in any
discernible way. There simply are no groups of blacks that are as
distinctly different from each other as white “nerds,” “hunters,” or “
Goths,” for example.
How the World looks to Blacks
One point on which all bIacks agree is that everything is “racis’.”
This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do
your homework? “Na, homework racis’.” Why did you get an “F” on the
test? “Test racis’.” I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers
and the first thing the students noticed about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke
was “Dey all white! Where da black philosophers’?” I tried to explain
there were no blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess
what they said to that: “Dat racis’!” One student accused me of
deliberately failing him on a test because I didn’t like black people. “Do
you think I really hate black people?” “Yeah.” “Have I done anything to
make you feel this way? How do you know?” “You just do.” “Why do you
say that?” He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through
his teeth. Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the bIacks often sucked
air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility.
My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the
lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German
exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous
German landmarks as well as his school and family. From time to time during
the presentation, bIacks would scream, “Where da black folk?!” The
exasperated German tried several times to explain that there were no black
people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told
them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where
black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist and
deliberately refused to associate with blacks.
BIacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have
learned, for example, that some bIacks have “good hair.” Good hair is
black parlance for black-white hybrid hair. Apparently, it is less kinky,
easier to style, and considered more attractive. BIacks are also proud of
light skin. Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One
is dark but slim; the other light and obese. The dark one begins the
exchange: “You fat, Ridario!” Ridario smiles, doesn’t deign to look at
his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, “You wish you
light skinned.” They could go on like this, repeating the same insults
over and over.
My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They
would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised
us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some
outsider might overhear. Whites were “racis’,” of course, but they
thought of us at least as Americans. Not the Mexicans. BIacks have a certain
, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how
whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at
organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just
putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that
makes it easier for whites to control blacks. BIacks want a bigger piece of
the American pie. I’m convinced that if it were up to them they would give
whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would
give us something. They wouldn’t give Mexicans anything.
What about black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this
or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with
white girls. I’ve witnessed the following drama countless times. A black
boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not
really in a menacing way. It’s more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and
shuffles he asks, “When you gonna go wit’ me?” There are two kinds of
reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black
and shouts, “I don’t wanna go out with you!” The more demure girl will
look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no. There is
only one response from the black boy: “You racis’.” Many girls—all too
many—actually feel guilty because they do not want to date bIacks. Most
white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly
the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.
There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have
no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together
is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There
are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were
capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from
blacks—especially the boys.
Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape
are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it
happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. BIacks can be smiling,
seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time,
and then, suddenly start fighting. It’s uncanny. Not long ago, I was
walking through the halls and a group of black boys were walking in front of
me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway.
BIacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally
scuffed a black boy’s white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his
body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the
class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was
unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among
themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons.
The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are
always in danger and their educations suffer. White weaklings are
particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped
or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker.
Typically, bIacks save the hard, serious violence for each other.
There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to
violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over black boys. It was not
uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other’s hair out with a
police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The black boy
they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show
he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls.
Pregnancy was common among the bIacks, though many black girls were so
fat I could not tell the difference. I don’t know how many girls got
abortions, but when they had the baby they usually stayed in school and had
their own parents look after the child. The school did not offer daycare.
Aside from the police officers constantly on campus - security guards
are everywhere in black schools — we had one on every hall. They also sat
in on unruly classes and escorted students to the office. They were unarmed
but worked closely with the three city police officers who were constantly
on duty.
There was a lot of drug-dealing at my school. This was a way to make a
fair amount of money but it also gave boys power over girls who wanted drugs
. An addicted girl—black or white—became the plaything of anyone who could
get her drugs. One of my students was a notorious drug dealer. Everyone
knew it. He was 19 years old and in eleventh grade. Once he got a score of
three out of 100 on a test. He had been locked up four times since he was 13
. One day, I asked him, “Why do you come to school?” He wouldn’t answer.
He just looked out the window, smiled, and sucked air through his teeth. His
friend Yidarius ventured an explanation: “He get dat green and get dem
females.” “What is the green?” I asked. “Money or dope?” “Both,” said
Yidarius with a smile. A very fat student interrupted from across the room:
“We get dat lunch,” Mr. Jackson. “We gotta get dat lunch and brickfuss.
” He means the free breakfast and lunch poor students get every day. “
Nlqqa, we know’d you be lovin’ brickfuss!” shouts another student. Some
readers may believe that I have drawn a cruel caricature of black students.
After all, according to official figures some 85 percent of them graduate.
It would be instructive to know how many of those scraped by with barely a C
- record. They go from grade to grade and they finally get their diplomas
because there is so much pressure on teachers to push them through. It saves
money to move them along, the school looks good and the teachers look good.
Many of these children should have been failed but the system would crack
under their weight if they were all held back.
How did my experiences make me feel about bIacks? Ultimately, I lost
sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There
they were in an integrationist’s fantasy—in the same classroom with white
students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the
same teachers—and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass.
One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is
that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up
fast food—not for health reasons but because where he lived most fast-food
workers were black. He had enough of bIacks on the job. This was an extreme
example but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white
colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind.
There is an unutterable secret among teachers: Almost all realize that
bIacks do not respond to traditional white instruction. Does that put the
lie to environmentalism? Not at all. It is what brings about endless,
pointless innovation that is supposed to bring bIacks up to the white level.
The solution is more diversity—or put more generally, the solution is
change. Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a
million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep
revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught. For example, teachers are
told that blacks need hands-on instruction and more group work. Teachers
are told that bIacks are more vocal and do not learn through reading and
lectures. The implication is that they have certain traits that lend
themselves to a different kind of teaching.
Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn’t
work with bIacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed,
most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from
some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to bIacks. Therefore,
schools must change, America must change. But into what? How do you turn
quantum physics into hands-on instruction or group work? No one knows, but
we must keep changing until we find something that works.
Public school has certainly changed since anyone reading this was a
student. I have a friend who teaches elementary school and she tells me that
every week the students get a new diversity lesson, shipped in fresh from
some bureaucrat’s office in Washington or the state capital. She showed me
the materials for one week: a large poster, about the size of a forty-two
inch flat-screen television. It shows an utterly diverse group—I mean
diverse: handicapped, Muslim, Jewish, effeminate, poor, rich, brown,
slightly brown, yellow, etc.—sitting at a table, smiling gaily,
accomplishing some undefined task. The poster comes with a sheet of
questions the teacher is supposed to ask. One might be: “These kids sure
look different, but they look happy. Can you tell me which one in the
picture is an American?” Some eight-year-old, mired in ignorance, will
point to a white child like himself. “That one.” The teacher reads from
the answer, conveniently printed along with the question. “No, Billy, all
these children are Americans. They are just as American as you.”
This is what happens at predominately white, middle-class, elementary
schools everywhere. Elementary school teachers love All of the Colors of the
Race, by award-winning children’s poet Arnold Adoff. These are some of the
lines they read to the children: “Mama is chocolate … Daddy is vanilla …
Me (sic) is better … It is a new color. It is a new flavor. For love.
Sometimes blackness seems too black for me, and whiteness is too sickly pale
; and I wish every one were golden. Remember: long ago before people moved
and migrated, and mixed and matched … there was one people: one color, one
race. The colors are flowing from what was before me to what will be after.
All the colors.”
Teaching as a career
It may come as a surprise after what I have written, but my experiences
have given me a deep appreciation for teaching as a career. It offers a
stable, middle-class life but comes with the capacity to make real
differences in the lives of children. In our modern, atomized world children
often have very little communication with adults—especially, or even, with
their parents—so there is potential for a real transaction between pupil
and teacher, disciple and master.
A rewarding relationship can grow up between an exceptional, interested
student and his teacher. I have stayed in my classroom with a group of
students discussing ideas and playing chess until the janitor kicked us out.
I was the old gentleman, imparting my history, culture, personal loves and
triumphs, defeats and failures to young kinsman. Sometimes I fancied myself
Tyrtaeus, the Spartan poet, who counseled the youth to honor and loyalty. I
never had this kind intimacy with a black student, and I know of no other
white teacher who did. Teaching can be fun. For a certain kind of person it
is exhilarating to map out battles on chalkboards, and teach heroism. It is
rewarding to challenge liberal prejudices, to leave my mark on these
children, but what I aimed for with my white students I could never achieve
with the bIacks.
There is a kind of child whose look can melt your heart: some working-
class castaway, in and out of foster homes, often abused, who is
nevertheless almost an angel. Your heart melts for these children, this
refuse of the modern world. Many white students possess a certain innocence;
their cheeks still blush. Try as I might, I could not get the blacks to
care one bit about Beethoven or Sherman’s march to the sea, or Tyrtaeus, or
Oswald Spengler, or even liberals like John Rawls, or their own history.
They cared about nothing I tried to teach them. When this goes on year after
year it chokes the soul out of a teacher, destroys his pathos, and sends
him guiltily searching for The Bell Curve on the Internet. BIacks break down
the intimacy that can be achieved in the classroom, and leave you convinced
that that intimacy is really a form of kinship. Without intending to, they
destroy what is most beautiful—whether it be your belief in human equality,
your daughter’s innocence, or even the state of the hallway.
Just last year I read on the bathroom stall the words “F Whitey.” Not
two feet away, on the same stall, was a small swastika. The National Council
for the Social Studies, the leading authority on social science education
in the United States, urges teachers to inculcate such values as equality of
opportunity, individual property rights, and a democratic form of
government. Even if teachers could inculcate this milquetoast ideology into
whites, liberalism is doomed because so many non-whites are not receptive to
education of any kind beyond the merest basics.
It is impossible to get them to care about such abstractions as property
rights or democratic citizenship. They do not see much further than the
fact that you live in a big house and “we in da pro-jek.” Of course, there
are a few loutish whites who will never think past their next meal and a
few sensitive bIacks for whom anything is possible, but no society takes on
the characteristics of its exceptions.
Once I asked my students, “What do you think of the Constitution?” “
It white,” one slouching black rang out. The class began to laugh. And I
caught myself laughing along with them, laughing while Pompeii’s volcano
simmers, while the barbarians swell around the Palatine, while the country I
love, and the job I love, and the community I love become dimmer by the day.
I read a book by an expatriate Rhodesian who visited Zimbabwe not too
many years ago. Traveling with a companion, she stopped at a store along the
highway. A black man materialized next to her car window. “Job, boss, (I)
work good, boss,” he pleaded. “You give job.” “What happened to your old
job?” the expatriate white asked. The man replied in the straightforward
manner of his race: “We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job.”
At some level, my students understand the same thing. One day I asked
the bored, black faces staring back at me, “What would happen if all the
white people in America disappeared tomorrow?” “We screwed,” a young,
pitch-black boy screamed back. The rest of the bIacks laughed.
I have had children tell me to my face as they struggled with an
assignment. “I cain’t do dis,” Mr. Jackson. “I black.” The point is
that human beings are not always rational. It is in the black man’s
interest to have whites in Zimbabwe but he drives them out and starves. Most
whites do not think black Americans could ever do anything so irrational.
They see bIacks on television smiling, fighting evil whites, embodying white
values. But the real black is not on television, and you pull your purse
closer when you see him, and you lock the car doors when he swaggers by with
his pants hanging down almost to his knees.
I have been in parent-teacher conferences that broke my heart: the child
pleading with his parents to take him out of school; the parents convinced
their child’s fears are groundless. If you love your child, show her you
care—not by giving her fancy vacations or a car, but making her innocent
years safe and happy. Give her the gift of a not-heavily black school.
http://www.examiner.com/article/what-is-it-like-to-teach-black-students | x****k
发帖数: 2932 | 2 www.examiner.com 上的原帖已经被删了 | T*********I
发帖数: 10729 | 3 这揭露的真实啊！
左逼选择性删除是另一种法西斯专政。
不是人。 | l****z
发帖数: 29846 | 4 恩, 感谢转载, 原帖已经被删除了. 美国完蛋估计时间不多了. | l****z
发帖数: 29846 | 5 看了几个论坛, 两个论坛里面的人就是死也不承认.
另外一个论坛倒是说的很好, 打算加入那个论坛了. | T*********I
发帖数: 10729 | 6 傻逼到死不承认。只能说明这帮傻逼就是故意。
是不是左逼从来没去过黑人学校啊？好歹去黑人学校做做义工也能感受到吧？
【在 l****z 的大作中提到】
: 看了几个论坛, 两个论坛里面的人就是死也不承认.
: 另外一个论坛倒是说的很好, 打算加入那个论坛了.
| t*c
发帖数: 8291 | 7 finally, 连你也有时觉得美国会完蛋了。
只有精英专制才能避免选票的绑架，从根本上消除社会毒瘤。
黑人社会的问题说难也不难，只要有一个专制政府，强制黑人小孩每天在学校学习知识
和行为准则12小时，单身母亲的福利和小孩在学校的表现和成绩挂钩。组织成功黑人拍
摄各种励志影片，创作励志歌曲，在各个黑人社区传播，只要一代人，年轻黑人的整体
素质就会发生翻天覆地的变化。
可惜任何这些措施，在选举社会中都不会得到实施，相反，都会被抹黑。 连提都不会
有人敢提出来。
【在 l****z 的大作中提到】
: 恩, 感谢转载, 原帖已经被删除了. 美国完蛋估计时间不多了.
| x****k
发帖数: 2932 | 8 这个是文章的原始link
http://www.amren.com/ar/pdfs/2009/200907ar.pdf
发表在American Renaissance 09年7月的杂志上。 | T*********I
发帖数: 10729 | 9 很新颖的想法。
励志是很重要的。笨不怕。勤能补拙。最怕又笨又懒又痞。
福利是癌症。本来基因差，没有小孩福利，得过且过，几代后就消失了。现在变成了国
家帮着复制癌症。
【在 t*c 的大作中提到】
: finally, 连你也有时觉得美国会完蛋了。
: 只有精英专制才能避免选票的绑架，从根本上消除社会毒瘤。
: 黑人社会的问题说难也不难，只要有一个专制政府，强制黑人小孩每天在学校学习知识
: 和行为准则12小时，单身母亲的福利和小孩在学校的表现和成绩挂钩。组织成功黑人拍
: 摄各种励志影片，创作励志歌曲，在各个黑人社区传播，只要一代人，年轻黑人的整体
: 素质就会发生翻天覆地的变化。
: 可惜任何这些措施，在选举社会中都不会得到实施，相反，都会被抹黑。 连提都不会
: 有人敢提出来。
| c******n
发帖数: 891 | 10 文化的，社会的惯性是极大的。中国人的文化和心理能一代人就改变很大吗？更别提那
些人了。异想天开。
【在 t*c 的大作中提到】
: finally, 连你也有时觉得美国会完蛋了。
: 只有精英专制才能避免选票的绑架，从根本上消除社会毒瘤。
: 黑人社会的问题说难也不难，只要有一个专制政府，强制黑人小孩每天在学校学习知识
: 和行为准则12小时，单身母亲的福利和小孩在学校的表现和成绩挂钩。组织成功黑人拍
: 摄各种励志影片，创作励志歌曲，在各个黑人社区传播，只要一代人，年轻黑人的整体
: 素质就会发生翻天覆地的变化。
: 可惜任何这些措施，在选举社会中都不会得到实施，相反，都会被抹黑。 连提都不会
: 有人敢提出来。
| T*********I
发帖数: 10729 | 11 惯性是变革的阻力。
但是不迈出家门，你永远不能进菜市场。
【在 c******n 的大作中提到】
: 文化的，社会的惯性是极大的。中国人的文化和心理能一代人就改变很大吗？更别提那
: 些人了。异想天开。
| T*****u
发帖数: 7103 | 12 种族融合在美国整体来讲是个死结，因为白人作为主体民族本质上是反融合的。这个国
家除了几个城市，还生活在白人至上的观念里。这个和中国人，墨西哥人很不一样。 |
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