Judge Me By My Actions - Not by my walk, my pants, or my color

      By Peter, March 27,2009

I am a "flashy" guy who likes trendy clothes. The latest fashion if you know what I mean.  I walk with a swagger and I carry love everywhere I go. I love hip hop, reggae, jazz, and Kenny Rogers. I am a Montrealer.  A black Montrealer. I love My city and my city loves me back.  Well - my city loves me back sometimes.  From my experience in Montreal I stereotypically divide the people into two groups (and yes I know that Montreal is more diverse that that) :

 
Montrealers whom believe this city only belongs to French Francophones, Quebecois, Parti Quebecois, Whites, and nobody else; blacks are definitely not a equal .  Montrealers whom feel the creepy crawly to have a black boss or a black individual marry one of their own.  They judge me by my big pants, my swagger, and my blackness.  What's up with that ?
 
and, 
 
Montrealers whom believe in diversity, love, respect, oneness, openness.  You get what I mean. The cool Montrealers. The Montrealers whom believe we are all in this together.  The Montrealers whom were once racist but have now repented and fight hard to keep racism out have their hearts and minds.  They slip every now and then but I forgive them.   
 
Let me first clarify that people in the first group consist of whites, jews, hispanic, Indians, and pretty much every race on the planet.  To put things into persperctive however, they extremities of this group are mainly French Quebecois. But again, the majority of people in Quebec are French Quebecois. I love you all but you need to change that attitude.
 
The second group are my boys, my peeps. This is what we need to strive towards.
 
I tend to get along well with people whom work at stores like Reno Depot, Tim Hortons, McDonalds and all the other outlets that pay their people minimum wage and attract a lot of young people.  Most young Quebecois under 21 are real cool. It is like they see things differently. They like black music, black people, and black culture.  I love you back.  
 
Some Quebecois seem intimidated by me when I put on my big pants, roll with by boys, and walk with a gay swagger.  Just being black is enough to conjure up disrespect and hatred for this group.  I mean no harm but that is just the way it is.  Living amongst this group have given me a thick skin.  I don't give a s _ _ t  what you think. I am living my life in God's world.
 
Now do I have a solution to the second group.  Education, Education, Education.
 
Thats my 911
 
Peace