Well that was a mistake.
Medium, the pay-walled website for bloggers who don’t produce enough content for a blog of their own, sent me an alert about a new article called “When I Learned My White Friends Didn’t Care About Me” by someone named L.G. Ware. Well, foolishly, I decided to try to read it (I have a limited subscription to “Medium,” I don’t remember why.) When I realized the link was just a tease to get me to pay, I did a little checking around the web and found another version of post on a website I had happily been una-WARE-of before (I’m 11-years-old before my first cup of coffee) called Level. Not only was I presented with L.G.’s whining about how he knows white American hate blacks because they voted for Trump, I was introduced to many black writers who are under the same crippling (for them and for the nation) delusion.
Perusing the site is like having a window on what deliberate racial division-aimed rhetoric from the Left has done to the mind of black America, propelling race relations backwards. It isn’t just that you see either: the level of objective critical thinking these assorted essays—all aimed at black readers: less likely to be challenged that way—reveal also tells us much about how our politicized education system has handicapped large chunks of the public. “All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye” wrote a wise man, but he was white, so I guess nobody reads him any more. The entire Level site is metaphorically yellow. Let’s peruse it a bit, shall we?
L.G. has several posts there, but “The Day My White Friends Betrayed Me” is representative. This was obviously the post his Medium screed was adapted from. Some quotes…







