When The Whites Themselves Are Attacked, They

I'm Trying To Get At This. That Is, A Man May Know That He Belongs To, Say, A Group - This Group Or That Group - But He Feels Himself Lost Within That Group, Trapped Within His Own Deficiencies And Without Personal Purpose.

By Looking Upon Themselves As Human Beings, Their Whiteness To Them Isn't The Yardstick Of Perfection Or Honor Or Anything Else. And, Therefore, This Creates Within Them An Attitude That Is Different From The Attitude Of The White That You Meet Here In America, And It Was In Mecca That I Realized That White Is Actually An Attitude More So Than It's A Color.

America Is Subsidizing What Is Left Of The Prestige And Strength Of The Once Mighty Britain. The Sun Has Set Forever On That Monocled, Pith-helmeted Resident Colonialist, Sipping Tea With His Delicate Lady In The Non-white Colonies Being Systematically Robbed Of Every Valuable Resource. Britain's Superfluous Royalty And Nobility Now Exist By Charging Tourists To Inspect The Once Baronial Castles, And By Selling Memoirs, Perfumes, Autographs, Titles, And Even Themselves.

There Were Tens Of Thousands Of Pilgrims, From All Over The World. They Were Of All Colors, From Blue-eyed Blonds To Black-skinned Africans. But We Were All Participating In The Same Ritual, Displaying A Spirit Of Unity And Brotherhood That My Experiences In America Had Led Me To Believe Never Could Exist Between The White And Non-white.

Only The Mistakes Were Mine.