I used to ostracize black people who were poor but wanted to appear like hood kings in chariots of big rims, loud speakers similar to fanfare, and crowned jewels around their neck.
I get it now. They’re just afraid of appearing poor. America is not a place to be poor. To be poor in America is a frightening thing.
To be poor here is to be sub-human, different, other. You are something to be tolerated. Someone’s learning moment of what not to be.
The desire for riches in poor, black people is perhaps the equivalent of buying one’s freedom. That is to say, in an attempt to buy one’s humanness.
How terrible is it that in America, for the black person, amassing riches is the equivalent to amassing gasoline, the same fuel white America uses except that white America has a flamethrower of taxes, policies, gerrymandering, white-washing, the legal system, and for-profit-prisons that gives them the power to incinerate black people without discretion.
We are just afraid.
We are just afraid to be poor.