Black Canadians are quite possibly the most insufferable bunch of all. As a Black man, I’m ashamed to be genetically related to them. In America, th...re is a lot of racism but the African-American community fights it as best it can. The NAACP tirelessly works to address issues of racial profiling, disparate sentencing based on race in court, inequalities in employment and education. Oh, yeah. In America, Black folks don’t take stuff lying down. Black Canadians are the first to deny that racism. As i was going to tell what happened she stopped me and said that she slowly pulled that and it came. She gave a wicked smile and left us.After few days mom came home leaving my younger sister at the village. One day i went to my friends to play and came home at 11:00 AM. I saw that the door was locked and rang the bell but due to power cut the bell didn’t ring. I called my mom twice but no one responded me so i decided to get into house through terrace. I climbed on to terrace from the. " She started to say. I could almost hear the tears form in her eyes."You are to late anyway." I said because I heard a car come up the driveway.Wei sobbed and kneeled down next to the couch I was sitting on.I could hear the front door open."Wei?" Somebody called out."Wei, where are you?" I could hear some concern. I did understand. A strange car in front. No answer from Wei. That didn't look good."Answer." I whispered to Wei.She swallowed a couple of times."I am in the lounge, Mistress." She. "It wasn't until we were parked behind the gas station with the top up that it occurred to me to wonder at how Dave had known that there was an Amoco here, and where to send the other car to meet me. There must be a tracker on the Dodge; Steve is nothing if not thorough. (I asked him about it the next day, and found out that there were trackers on all the cars, all of our cell phones, and imbedded in Jessica's clothes. Very thorough.)No more than ten minutes later a dark blue Durango pulled up.