ords, think you’re too good for the rest of us huh?” Actually, no darling I don’t. I’m no better than anyone else – just skin, bones, and flesh with some hair at the top of the head. Human. I guess the difference is that I choose to explore my potential while ignorant folks don’t. Last time I checked that was neither a crime nor a denial of my ethnicity. Who decided what “black” was anyway? Grills, and slang and “whaddup my nigga” doesn’t make you black, after all, a Chinese dude could do all that, laughably perhaps, but it’s not impossible. Is it weave or lacefronts or an obnoxious name like Bon Qui Qui and an attitude to match? I’d really hate to think so.

The only thing that makes us Black people is our skin colour and our collective struggle. That’s it. Sure there are stereotypes: athleticism, large penises, and all that. But if we take these to be the definition of Black then poor Tyrone with his chocolate brown skin, cottony hair, stringy limbs and small genitalia isn’t black huh? Well that’s just ridiculous.