They never stop, do they? I’m 58 years old, blond hair (what’s left of it), blue eyes with three second cousins who are blacker than stovepipes and welcome in my home anytime.
This writer is just a compliant fool incapable of an original thought in his racist skull.
Leonard Pitts has mastered the fine art of writing racist stuff that libs and many indies just lap up, while cultivating the misperception that he himself is a non-racist.
He reminds me of the fundamentalist preachers who beg for money in front of the cameras, then order up a hooker or two for the night.