In all my twenty years as a black male in the United States of America, I can only recall two instances where I felt I was wronged because of my race. Though both are just part of my history now, they still make me sick to my stomach when I think about them. The first one I recall was when my family and I traveled to Orlando, Florida to celebrate my high school graduation in …showed first 75 words of 938 total…

…showed last 75 words of 938 total…artist didn’t want him there. How many black superheros are there anyway? Like I always say to my friends, “I guess black people are never the victims of freak accidents.” Then the few we have seem to lack that heroic integrity. I’m just ranting now so I will just close this by saying that I hope the human race envolves and realizes the fact that character content decides who is superior not race.