All My Babies' Mamas Reveals Liberals' Opinion of Blacks

As a teen in the 1960s, I idolized Jim, my slightly older street-smart cousin who lived in a tough area of Baltimore.  Murders were common at the bar on the corner from his home.  I was Jim's nerdy, naïve preacher's-kid cousin who visited from suburbia.  Sleepovers at Jim's home in the city were exciting.  "Downtown, where all the lights are bright..."  You know the song. Walking from the Yakamee joint, "Casanova" Jim coached, "Just say you love them."  While I wanted my experience to go beyond the stimulation of excessively close slow dancing to Marvin Gaye songs at un-chaperoned dark basement parties, lying to a girl to have my way with her did not set well.  Doggone home training!  I was nagged by the truth that it is wrong to use someone solely for my pleasure, not caring about how it affected her. "Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it" (Proverbs 22:6).  In college, I tried to...(Read Full Article)