black is the color of my true love's hair

we've given up as a people. We've stopped caring. As much as black people purport to be a tough, take no nonsense sort of people, we take more shit than any other race. Someone, that looks just like us, colored skin and kinky hair, looks at us too long, and we're ready to send that man to the afterlife. However, white people (or any people for that matter, we've become easy targets for every race) makes a feature length film lampooning us, making minstrels out of us, hoes out of our women, ignorant idiots out of our men, bastards out of our children...and we laugh. Where is the anger, that bold anger that makes black men fight each other in the club? Or the anger that makes our black sisters tear down each other for the sake of appearances?Do we only save it to destroy ourselves? Where is the righteous anger that allowed slaves, stripped of all vestiges of humanity, to say no more, and revolt against those who oppressed them? Some one has to get furious and not let it slide. No more laughing at mockeries of ourselves. No more nodding our heads to songs that portray us as animals. No more pounds when a man proclaims a black woman to be a whore. Or dumb ass t-shirts with dumb ass slogans "Money, Power, Respect". Get angry, and use this anger to fuel the fire for change. Do something please. Say something please. Volunteer, start a newsletter, focus that anger into positivity. Realize that the world we are living in is slowly dying, that we are constantly being pushed further and further to the fringe, and we are laughing the whole way. What are you going to do to save us? Love being black enough to bring our dignity back.