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Thank you. That's the best, most thoughtful, most honest, and most accurate description of the problem ever written.

My mom grew up in the Hartford Projects in the mid- to late-1950s. It was low-income housing and included many single-mothers (like my grandmother). Most of those folks were either young widows (of WW2) with kids, or what I'll call "vagaries of life" victims... decent people without the adequate family and community backup/support that used to be common (and is essential to help the young turn into functional, self-sustaining adults). Then came forced integration in the 60s...

After my parents' divorce in the late-70s, we wound up right back in that same neighborhood, attending the same schools, right down the street from the Projects. You won't be surprised to learn that things had (ahem) *gone downhill* significantly.

But the people I always felt worst for were the good black kids. Chappelle's joke about his own station growing up, that the difference between poor white people and poor black people is that whites don't think it's supposed to be happening to them! is trenchant on a lot of levels. I *knew* that I would not stay there, and that I would kill or die trying to get out. A combo of the military and education was enough.

I'll add this: a good number of "dark green" Marines I served with were acutely aware of what you've written here and were zealous persecutors of other black Marines who tried to bring that sh*t into the Unit. I always thought it was an interesting litmus test to see which officers (white or black) didn't understand the difference you've so well articulated. (And now I need to go read more Sowell - of all of his great writings, I've not yet read that one, though I'm aware of it).

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