When I first heard the story about the “black” NAACP head in Spokane, Washington, Rachel Dolezal, being outed as a white woman, honestly, I laughed. Out loud.
Because I knew how this story would land in Black America, I tuned into urban radio and perused black Twitter to get a sampling of the jokes that I knew would be flying.
As expected, the jokes were plentiful, ranging from versions of “She actually signed up for this?!” to “Why would you ruin a good credit score!”
In truth, the closest that most white folk want to get to the black experience in America, is tanning at the pool to get “that look.” But that’s as far they want to go.
Okay, possibly some collagen in the lips. But that’s as far as they want to go.
Okay, perhaps an injection in the behind. But that’s as far they want to…
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