If you ain’t read How to Hustle and Win: A Survival Guide for the Ghetto, start there! It’s the most comprehensive text I can suggest, teaching how to think and move in today’s twisted society. The following excerpts speak to the topics I’ll cover in more depth in A Sucker Born Every Minute.
Listen to enough conversations in Black America, and you’ll eventually hear a Black man call another Black man “God.” And he’ll mean it. And not in a cult leader kinda of way, but as a serious form of address, often between men who look like they’ve been through some serious sh*t. You ever met a Five Percenter? Like a real one? They’ve all been through some serious sh*t. And these men wouldn’t play with the word “God.” Neither would most people in Black America, because God still means something deep there.
Bishop Turner notes that it would be better to be an atheist or pantheist than to worship a personal God who looks nothing like the persons worshiping him.
It’s this sentiment that eventually gave rise to the modern cliché “My God doesn’t have a color.” It wasn’t some scientific rationalism or Neo-Platonism. It was simply developed as a way to dance around what this God might look like.