Dudes think because they're black they're going to be pardoned if they end up in the same room with these people.
You think they're just going to walk up to with a machete and you'll flash a hall pass on some, "But I'm black," and it's going to all good?
Just going to let you go on about your day, right?
Call their boy over whose been screaming about Allah in your ear for the last ten minutes and is 3cm away from connecting his blade into your throat to clear up the confusion on some
"He's black.
He's good people."
Word?
Sometimes I love this place.
Often, I hate it.