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Name: EyzoftheSiren

Comment: While reading your column, I felt as if you were reading my mind. I often feel the same way, only from a sister's point of view. Brothers look right through me without even a hello as if I want something from them. When did we decide that being friendly to each other was a crime? But believe me, Mr. James, I see you and all the good brothers out there in all of your magnificent glory and if I ever see you on the street I'll be sure to smile and say hi.

Name: NOTESINGER

Comment: Darryl: "Hello, my brother" ....

Name: itslove

Comment: Eyz--I feel you. Too many times I have smiled at and/or spoken to my brothers and they have stared right through me. But I keep on smiling and speaking because of brothers like Darryl James--with your fine brown skin!

Name: oldsoul

Comment: What up Darryl?! It's been a minute since I fell through but from reading the article all remains well - as I expected. Peace to the sistas on the board. Just like ya'll, this used to get to me and still can if I'm unconscious about it, but I think it all speaks to our collective pain. The pain of feeling displaced - both spiritually and physically, in some cases mentally. The pain of attempting to live y/our own truth within this society of a lie. The pain that comes with being innundated (sp) with all that's so-called wrong and so-callled right (read between the lines). Our whole community is in pain from the lack thereof-- "community", that is. We only get back there from doing the small things that mean/t so much: common courtesy, a portion of empathy and the realization that we're STILL in this thing together. [sidebar: speaking of which, there is something that I must do (Harriet) if you're reading this] But I wonder what part outter appearances play in the drama of social jilts? For example, just last week I was doing some manual work in a department store that painted a misleading picture of me: dirty pants, dusty boots, a "possible" tired odor and a brow full with sweat. Although I was aware, I was more in my spirit so I didn't think twice when I simply said "hello" to the outwardly attractive sister, at the register. She looked, rolled her lil eyes and said nothing. Inside I was like "damn, did I deserve that?!"...but then I re-membered what I "looked" like. Case and point: as a people, we've got to get away from outter appearances and open ourselves up to possibly stumbling upon a blessing. All angels don't have wings. Keep skribblin', DJ - OnelOve...

Name: Calidee

Comment: All angels don't have wings. So true

Name: Sexee

Comment: It's rare when I don't speak to a brother.. I live in the neighborhood that I grew up in; so I see brothers(&sisters) that have taken a road well-traveled versus myself but we all speak and/or acknowledge one another. However, I don't like to speak to ignan't men. "Damn baby you look good", followed by "you can't speak?" Heck, I didn't know you were extending pleasantries in the first place!!!! Please let brothers know that ogling and speaking are two different things. And it times when I try to subliminally(sp?) ignore co-workers (brothers) that hang around my desk that can't take good morning and leave. Heck I ain't trying to hook up with you especially if your hands are smoother than mines. All in all I like to treat people the way I want to be treated regardless of race, color, creed, educational or economical status.

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Name: SilentJay

Comment: I've spent alot of time being invisible, as result of not fiting the mold of the the young black urban male that was perpetuated by the media during the 90's when I was in highschool. I grew up in the suburbs of Norhern Virginia and I went to a mixex school where black people were definitely in the minority. You would have thought that numerical inferiority would have generated a stronger sense of brotherhood and sister hood but no it didn't. The black students in the school were sub divided into the same classic highschool cliques like the white kids. I wasn't a jock so I didn't fit in with black jocks, or class clown, a nerd, or one of the cool kids. On top of that I wasn't ruffneck, or leading a thug life which really made me invisibe to the thes sister who seemed all to eager to date guys like that(they still do). Oh I wasn't a pretty boy boy either so that just killed my social status all together and made me invisible. I lived below the radar most of my young adult life, it has its' benefits gut at the same time the feeling of loneliness can seem all to prevelent in my daily existence. Sometimes I find myself disagreeing with Daryl but this is not one of those times. Its sad that we've allowed the media and the majoriy culture to divide with same kind of Classim thats divides white americans

Name: MrsPhoenix

Comment: Wow Bro. Darryl; your column is attracting SPAMMERS! I, as a female, have been in that same situation you shared. Something Min. Farrakhan has oft-repeated: You must love Black people more than they hate themselves. I strive to remember that...

Name: MelodyCool

Comment: Excellent post, Sexee.

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