Personally, I'd be happy with a barber shop that had people I cound understand in it, let alone give a political drubbing to:

Customer: But you have to admit, Elder, that the playing field is not level. White people have more money and more property than we do.

Larry: (Turning to him.) Let's say I'm white and I got money. (Laughter.) Either I worked for it or my dad worked for it, or my grandfather worked for it and I inherited it. Still, it's my money. And guess what -- I'm not giving it to you! I'm sorry about Rodney King. I'm sorry about Emmett Till. I'm sorry about Rosa Parks. I'm not giving you my money. I'm sorry they turned water hoses and dogs on Martin Luther King. I'm sorry about Rosewood. I'm sorry about the Tuskegee Experiment. I'm not giving you my money. I'm sorry about slavery. I'm sorry about Jim Crow. But I never owned a slave, and I don't use the 'N' word. I am not giving you my money.

Now, I may be such a cracker I should have "saltine" tatooed on my butt, but I do try to read whatever I can that will help me puzzle out the greatest real conflict America will probably always have. I don't pretend to be arrogant enough to think I'll ever "understand."

But I will learn.

Via LaShawn Barber's Corner.