Because I don’t have any black friends!
Who would want to be friends with some black woman that constantly whines about white people? This one was actually raised by white people in a white town, and you can see how thankful she is!
I would tell our white neighbors in casual playground conversations that our priority was not to find a school with three poor black kids and 600 middle-class white kids, but a school with kids and teachers who are African and African American, Asian and Hispanic, Muslim and Hindu, gay and lesbian, mixed race and socio-economically along the spectrum. More often than not, the responses I got from neighbors were sociable smiles indicating that diversity is nice, but, so long as the curriculum was solid, it felt fine for their children to learn in predominantly white classrooms … even though the result would be predominately white friends.
Just read it and laugh, these people are hysterical.
Your friendships with black people will not end racism today, but they will almost certainly teach you how to understand it better. And, right now, what is the alternative?
What’s the alternative? Not giving a shit. Try it sometimes. To paraphrase Al Pacino in The Devil’s Advocate:
Anti-racism is like a bag of bricks. Who are you carrying around all those bricks for? Just set it down.