How did my experiences make me feel about blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist’s fantasy—in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers—and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass.
One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up fast food—not for health reasons but because where he lived most fast-food workers were black. He had enough of blacks on the job. This was an extreme example but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind. [via]

for someone so concerned with the underachievement of black people in school and the general supremacy of white people in learnin’, no effort was made to make that title grammatically correct, eh? So, you know, if you’re missing some dehumanizing white supremacy in your day, take a look. This reminds me—pretty vividly—of some imperialist-era anthropology I’ve read.

some gems from the comments:

Kelly: “It’s not often we see truths this uncomfortable spelled out in such stark terms. People are afraid to tell them for fear of being labeled racists.”
Anonymous: “Michelle Obama is a text book example of the affirmative action Negro who majored in ‘being black.’ The only differences between her and the people described in this essay is that she has better table manners and dresses more fashionably.”