Being Black is Not a Sickness

ok, so my friend was telling a story where her little four year old sister was being naughty, to scare her, she told her that she would take her to a black school, she used the idea of being in a black school to scare her four year old sister!.

When did being with black people become a scare tactic for little kids, the irony is that my friend is also black, so her four year old is also black sister is being indirectly told black schools are for bad people.
I don't understand how we as black people started looking at each with ideas that there are those who are less, because of where one goes to school or is from.
These ideas that the past government has installed in our minds need to be erased.
The only reason i could afford to get out of the so called "black schools" is because my parents were blessed enough to have had jobs and an education.
I think of my two older sisters who too started at what we call "black schools" and many others who are in my classes and who are in universities all over the country that are from what we call "black school" and those are sitting in CEO offices and in managers offices and are from these schools.

Our Africanism should stop being turned into a disease that is a threat to society and to our own children. Coming from a so called white school, makes you no better, maybe you may have more money then your next black sister or brother, help them them rather then make their circumstance define them.

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