You know, I admired quite a lot of black people, one of them is Thomas Sowell. When we went to Georgia one time, I was amazed at the many blacks that we had seen in that place, including where we stayed. Then we went to this sort of nice place, half across the road is a dump, where many black people live. The other half where we visited lined with nice houses including three mansions lives the whites. We parked our car across the road where the dump is. At the corner is a very nice upmarket restaurant. I was just there standing in the street beside my car and a black man said "Good Morning!" so pleasantly. He has a nice smile on his face. I responded back a good morning to him and off he went. You see I really do not believe you can be of any colour and be stucked in where you are. They are not being held prisoner by their peers. Staying in a ghetto is a choice. I believe it is a choice. No matter what the colour of your skin is, you can rise above it. In our street alone lives a black family. They are nice and friendly. The father is a lawyer, the mother is a stay-at-home mom. I believe they are hard-workers and they play hard too. I do not have much interaction with them but my husband does -- through our dog.