In my misspent youth I knew a black drug dealer who went out of his way to keep us white teenagers out of trouble when we were wandering around the hood.
After a police shooting he pulled myself and a friend off the street and made us crash at his place. He said “The brothers are stirred up tonight and they’re lookin for trouble that looks just like you”.
Kinda funny really. Despite being a drug dealer he was well respected in in that neighborhood. He had a strong sense of honor and kept a nice neat home in the midst of a squalid neighborhood.
Less than a year ago I read that he had received some kind of mayor’s honor for all the charity work he does around the city and speaking at churches about drug addiction.
Just goes to show you that sometimes God picks the least likely person to do good in the world.
well, there’s hope....