There is a bizarre assumption at work (among all ethnic groups apparently) that all black people grew up in the same type of all-black neighborhood, eating the same foods, going to the same type of churches or whatever… What about those of us whose parents were not afraid to have friends of all races, cooked Chinese or vegetarian food (never chitlins/macaroni & cheese/greens), did not raise their children in a ghetto of either all whites or all blacks? Maybe this is why we shouldn’t judge. I grew up eating stir-fry and listening to NPR by the woodstove in the evenings, have not only black but Jewish, Chinese and white aunts and uncles, and yet I find myself alone among blacks that doesn’t find DARK skin and NAPPY hair unpleasant?! In point of fact, I have come to believe that, had I grown up surrounded by all blacks, I probably would have learned the horrible truth that most of us really don’t like ourselves much earlier, and I might by now have come to believe it myself! And, I must say, it is even more tiresome to be stereotyped by ‘my own’ than it is to be stereotyped by others – I always expect them to know how it feels and thus not do it!