Lol, lemme tell you all about the good negro in question, mind you all I can post on a website is documented events, no under the radar sh*t that still wakes me up at 3am worrying if the cops will ever find out what I did.
I was born in Raleigh, NC. In a hood where niggas was so poor that they thought I was rich because my family had a car. Sold drugs since age 12 and out of my group of friends i was one of the latest ones to get into it. Had someone who was supposed to be my best friend try to kill me over a $1,300 chain that I "came across", and as a result a war started inside my hood between myself and dude along with 8 of our other childhood friends/now enemies that left 2 shot and 1 dead by age 16. Also got us all kicked out of High School beginning of 10th grade because of a non-related fight that my principal thought we were connected to. That's myself and 2 other guys I knew since we were babies going at 5 other guys I knew since we were babies until blood spilled. In this "war" I was also pistol whipped by a close friend and still can't see correctly out of my left eye because of it. I'm reminded everytime I look at anything how good "mayonaise" tastes.
I did so much crime in NC, the police bullied me. Would stop me and just take my money. I once punched a detective in the face because earlier that week while I was in cuffs he let a dog loose to attack me while I was handcuffed faced down on the ground. His partner knew if they arrested me for punching dude alot of other sh*t they did to me and my friends would come up, so instead 2 mid 20s to 30 officers beat the crap out of my then 16 year old azz for about 30 mins. I had 14 arrests on my record(no felonies, guess I was lucky)when I left NC to get a new life in VA.
F**k racial profiling, while living in Newport News, VA I was arrested for an armed robbery and faced 10 years in prison for the one time in my life when I did absolutely nothing. I sat in a restaraunt, ate a burger, walked out and was greeted by SWAT. The owner of the restaraunt had survelance of me eating at the time the incident occured, the victim didn't point me out as the guy, I still sat in jail a month and a half before being given bail. I was stopped by the cops everytime I drove up Jefferson Ave. because "I fit the description" of someone doing a crime. Everytime I was stopped they threw my sh*t around, went thru my trunk, ripped off door panels, and found something to arrest me for. My license was suspended 3 times in a 2 year period, hasn't been suspended once in Cali. Not even a speeding ticket on my record since being here.
All that, and I still believe you make your own path in life. What's your "good Negro" story?