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I work all over my area (multiple counties) for my job and today I had to travel through the actual ghetto hood to get to a job.

I haven't traveled through this area in at least 10 years and some areas look like complete war zones.
Houses and buildings completely burned down, traffic jams in certain areas where there's fast food places, several "Vape/Smoke" shops that are next to fried chicken/fish take-out joints, plenty of liquor stores, gas stations & corner stores/bodegas and a bunch of abandoned houses, buildings and empty lots where houses used to be.
My paternal grandfather lived in these areas back in the 1930s/40s when he was young and told stories about how nice it used to be, even with some black people. He told me that blacks used to take pride in their neighborhoods and shame others when something bad happened.

Apparently most blacks USED to be good people up until the 1960s when the civil rights shit started, then they became drunk on their own power. He said after JFK was killed, MLK & Malcolm-X fucked everything up and started putting lies _ demoralizing things into black people's minds & that caused nationwide rioting. He said the Rosa Parks thing wasn't really a big thing until the (((media))) started pushing it along with the civil rights stuff 8 years after she refused to give up her seat.
He said if JFK was never assassinated, then all the civil rights shit never would've happened because JFK would've put an end to it immediately.

And as I drove through his childhood neighborhood and saw all the completely burnt out houses and buildings that were massive and had serious history, the hatred for everything I had started seeping in me and I had to pull over and scream for a second to get all the anger and frustration out to prepare myself for all this shit.
A serious part of me feels like my grandfather's spirit took control of me for those few seconds and needed to get his deep seeded anger out into the world that he pushed down and tried to ignore for over 60 years.
I love my Grandfather and miss him dearly. He was honestly more of a father to me than my father was.

Rant over. Thank you.