when i was young, i lived in an area with many races (no blacks). we dated each other. had sleep overs with each other. then a black boy moved into town. told us all about prejudice. soon we all hated each other. some old white men hung the black boy. soon the area turned back to normal. again all races hugged each other. "this is a true story". blacks belong , in fenced areas, on the other side of the railroad tracks, where they can live like blacks. or. if you elect them, usa will become a filthy violent jungle.