I chuckled a bit there.
The other day I saw a review in the Wall Street Journal of a book called Searching for Zion, by a young mixed-race (white and black) woman who felt “a sense of dislocation” and went looking for the place that blacks would naturally call home (including other diasporic states like Jamaica, etc.).
The amusing thing to me was that as hard as she tried, she found no place like home. She DID find that Ethopian Jews didn’t consider themselves black at all, but as “red-brown slaveholders who have different bones” and view non-Jewish blacks as “the cursed children of Ham”. Some Ghanians likewise still own slaves.
She also found that blacks around the world would scoff at American blacks as indolent whiners. The young woman has light skin and the review recounts:
“At one point a (Ghanian) taxi driver mistakes her for a white woman and launches into an unchecked tirade about U.S. blacks: ‘These blacks truly expect too much. . . . Don’t they know that if tomorrow a slave ship arrived at Elmina to carry us to America, so many Ghanaians would climb on board that this ship would sink to the bed of the ocean from our weight?’”
What a deadly reeking bill of goods we, and the “African-Americans” in this country, have been sold.