Two week ago, at my mother's neighborhood bank in scenic White Flight USA, a giant, indigenous Dindu. a man who has lived all of his 28 years in his momma's suburban home, walked up to the teller, threatened her with an implied weapon, and made off with over $1,000. of course, since that racist bank was not employing colorblind film like the press employees colorblind ink when reporting street crimes, this poor brutha was identifies as the only giant black son of a bitch in the neighborhood and arrested with incident.

I hear your shame and feel your pain ma brutha!

Reparations Recovery Agents need a dream team of legal representatives.

No, I'm not black.

No, not a lawyer either.

But brutha, I pray for the banishment of your pain, for that certain someone who would care enough about you to put you out of your misery.