I met my first black person when I was about 7 years old. We were on a train to Chicago, and I met a little black boy about my age. The only experience I had previously with black people was through my little Golden Books (Little Black Sambo), and the occasional sighting on TV. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Gee! Are you from Africa?
Him: Naw, I’s from New Yawk!
We quickly became fast friends for the remainder of the trip, two American boys about the same age.
Seems to me Kwanzaa only separates Americans based on skin color, and does nothing to celebrate a common American heritage.
Christmas isn’t appropriate for most black Americans? How racist can you get?
I’m always amazed how black people will throw Jesus Christ under the bus in a heartbeat if it means they can become a Musilm or anything at all they see as anti-white people.
What they seem to be worshiping is hate
Kwanzaa is unique in that is exclusively for people of a certain skin color. I can think of no other holidays or celebrations that are exclusive to a single race.
Little Black Sambo was Indian (the subcontinent, not the baseball team) not African or African-American.