If You Like Your White Friends You Can Keep Them
I contacted David for a favor. I needed a centralized space to host my $15,000 Small Business Giveaway on a Saturday. David owns a very successful Buckhead located ad agency, THE PARTNERSHIP Tpi Atlanta. His response, "Stop by for the keys."
David and I have been friends and business associates since 1996. David and I are friends with very similar backgrounds. David grew up dirt poor in North Carolina and me in Utah. We pulled ourselves up by the bootstraps.
As friends, we have lived through many milestones in each other's lives; birth, death, sickness. Once when I thought I might have cancer, my freind personally started a national prayer circle for me that prayed without cease for weeks. David prayed for me from the same church bench each day at the same time. Likewise I have been David's friend through a tragic accident, graduation and marriage of his only child. David and his wife Susan are friends, my friends.
It is hard to become my friend. I cherish the term so profoundly. Those I call friends I love and I know love me. These are people I can talk to about anything without penalty or judgement. My friends are those who don't measure me by who is smarter, richer, wiser, whiter.
My friends are approachable, caring, and curious. We don't allow where we came from determine where we can get to together. If we don't know something about the other or the other's culture, we ask.
So I am here to say, I cannot and will not standby and allow small-minded damaged-soul people try to drive a wedge between me and my white friends.
I like my white friends and by God I plan to keep them!
Let the hatemongers find someone else to pick on. We are doing just fine without you.
I contacted David for a favor. I needed a centralized space to host my $15,000 Small Business Giveaway on a Saturday. David owns a very successful Buckhead located ad agency, THE PARTNERSHIP Tpi Atlanta. His response, "Stop by for the keys."
David and I have been friends and business associates since 1996. David and I are friends with very similar backgrounds. David grew up dirt poor in North Carolina and me in Utah. We pulled ourselves up by the bootstraps.
As friends, we have lived through many milestones in each other's lives; birth, death, sickness. Once when I thought I might have cancer, my freind personally started a national prayer circle for me that prayed without cease for weeks. David prayed for me from the same church bench each day at the same time. Likewise I have been David's friend through a tragic accident, graduation and marriage of his only child. David and his wife Susan are friends, my friends.
It is hard to become my friend. I cherish the term so profoundly. Those I call friends I love and I know love me. These are people I can talk to about anything without penalty or judgement. My friends are those who don't measure me by who is smarter, richer, wiser, whiter.
My friends are approachable, caring, and curious. We don't allow where we came from determine where we can get to together. If we don't know something about the other or the other's culture, we ask.
So I am here to say, I cannot and will not standby and allow small-minded damaged-soul people try to drive a wedge between me and my white friends.
I like my white friends and by God I plan to keep them!
Let the hatemongers find someone else to pick on. We are doing just fine without you.
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