When I was younger, there was only certain nuances certain things that you just did not do when I was in the fifth grade there was a pretty white girl blonde hair wore glasses played volleyball on the playground court during recess I used to just stand there by the storage containers and stare at her. I was scared. I was captured by her beauty at the same time I was scared and intimidated to talk with her and approach. Looking back at it today reminds me of the unspoken rules during those formative years, you just don’t talk to Becky you don’t hug Becky you don’t interact with Becky because Becky can/will get you hurt even if she doesn’t directly choose to The system doesn’t want you and Becky to interact with it other and this system will destroy you no matter how innocently it is that you and Becky are together Becky is the most dangerous thing to a black man and is one of the final things the Black-men must collectively overcome to succeed