Culture-less, Clue-less

"My mama and daddy gave me this name . . ." he was saying.
"I don't care who gave it to you, it's from people of a different culture," the man told him.
"I don't know nothing 'bout some people who got off a slave boat -- my language is English and um is who I is and that's all um is.  I ain' trying to be sump'um I ain't."
Years back even when it had been brought to them with burning buildings, bullets, blood, dying -- and heard all over the world -- they had peed in their britches like frightened mamas' boys.  Westernized "blacks" without a unique culture are walking in a mine field throughout the world, doomed to self-destruct.

If an Afrikan American is a politician and represents the U.S.A. among politicos from other countries and cultures he or she is at a tremendous disadvantage.  These politicos in other countries have been accustomed for centuries to dealing with Anglos or white-skinned politicos; they've seen Afrikan American politicians in newspapers, magazines, movies, and on television primarily involved in community politics, demonstrating and haranguing against discrimination and for more food stamps and bigger welfare checks.  Politicians in "black" communities are expected to compete with each other for black approval and votes by taking issues that can be bent to accuse whites for blacks lack of education,  for blacks being drug addicts and alcoholics, for stealing, robbing, raping, assaulting, murdering and filling jails and prisons.  Black politicians are never associated with being concerned about internaional affairs or foreign policy -- neither are their constituents.

Dignitaries born into centuries-old cultures pass on cultural features and customs to their children a need to be loyal to a firm foundation in their identity.  They do not know -- because it isn't PC to mention -- that Afrikan Americans have no foundation in a firm, unique identity; once Afrikan Americans issue from their mother in birth they hit the deck and they'er on their own, zeroing in on European languages, names, and customs.  Slowly it seeps into them that something's not according to Hoyle in them, and they wonder who's responsible.
"Go git yo hair cut, boy, that preacher don't want you coming to Jesus' house wit' yo hair all woolly," his mama warns  him.  "And you come wit' me, girl, them preachers don't want to look at no nappy-haired girls.  We got to go git our hair straightened, and we need some mo' bleaching cream for our skin."  Self-hate tinged with madness passed down generation after generation.  A foreign dignitary knows none of this; he knows only that he's shaking the hand of a black smacking gum who has no unique culture, has the identity of people who don't identify as black, and his political experience is limited to issues that he can bend to accuse whites of "racism."