BLACKS IN ALBANIA
Shkodra, Albania. When you fly over the main square here, you instantly notice a Moslem mosque and Christian church adjacent to each other. They are both brand new, built in the last few years.
I'm writing this in a modern hotel room with wi-fi and a beautiful pool below. It's brand new too. In fact, virtually everything in this entire country is brand new or refurbished. Including the people in a certain way. Everyone looks normal, acts normal, dresses normal, and drives normal - but it's all amazing, especially the driving.
Up until not much more than 20 years ago, there wasn't a single private car in Albania, and only those allowed to drive government vehicles knew how. Albania's roads and city streets today are filled with cars, and everyone behind their wheels just learned how to drive. Somehow, they not only learned how to drive well, but courteously.
For anyone familiar with how crazy Italians drive - and Italy is right across the Adriatic from Albania - this is a shock. Yet it is only the mildest of shocks when you learn what Albanians have been through to be where they are.
What's this all got to do with Blacks? Not Blacks in Africa or Albania, but Blacks in America? There are no blacks in Albania at all - but American Blacks should come here to learn something.