I was one of maybe five Black students in my Stilwell, Kansas high school.
My senior year, I was featured in a newspaper, The Kansas City Star, for planning a school-wide Black History Month Program, the first of its kind.
In all my years of knowing him, he never sat with other Black kids, never once looked our way.
For Black people like Candace, it is the disdain of everything non-White that feeds their soul, their emptiness inside, their double-consciousness imploded, their veil opaque black as midnight.
This racist system needs a “Candace” to say the things that they cannot; thus, they will continue producing and promoting droves of Black zombies as an integral part of their hyperreality.
