Let me tell Y'all something
A black person knows in a nanosecond, before conscious thought, whether or not you are perceiving him/her as a black person or not
I know this for a fact because I was raised to view all people as equals, where someone's skin color was of no consequence
In the third and fourth grades in Philadelphia, I had to live with my grandmother and aunt who was a secular nun. We were the only white people in the neighborhood, not just on the street. the entire neighborhood., There was never a problem whatsoever.
After I graduated from Dowling HS I moved back to Philadelphia because I wanted to get in on the ground floor in advertising. I turned down the job offered me at Gimbels Advertising Production Department because I was told that my salary was minimum wage. I said that I couldn't work for minimum wage. Two weeks later I went back and the position was still available. I told the manager/interviewer that I had decided to swallow my pride and would take the position,
A few months later I bought a ticket to a Ray Charles concert at the Palestra, downtown Philadelphia. I took the train, transferred to a subway and went to the concert. Near the end of the concert when Ray was playing What I Say, I looked around and suddenly noticed that I was the only white person at the concert. The police officers were black. I hadn't even noticed and nobody even gave me a glance
By the way, I pass the nanosecond test every time whether or not someone else is white, black, brown, red or yellow, wearing a headscarf or not
Preston Daniels is a personal friend of mine. We met just after he graduated from high school. He started working at Younkers in my department and I showed him the ropes. We became friends immediately. One time after work he came home with me to have dinner. My father, brother, and sisters all welcomed him. Hi, Preston. My stepmother glared at him with a deer in the headlights look. She grew up in a small town in Iowa and her brother in law had a bust of Adolph Hitler on his mantle. He was about 100 pounds heavier and 3/4 inches taller than me. At times when my Father was working late, my stepmother would invite him over for Dinner. He would sit at my Father's place at the head of the table and glare at me because I had long hair. He said something to me one time and I told him: I don't give a F... what you think, Dennis and you are in my house and can leave right now because Dorothy is the only one who wants you here. The pig glared at me and shut up
Bottom Line
King Kong is a movie, all three versions
Highly entertaining, and for any athlete to be compared to King Kong is a damned compliment. I am beyond certain that Bruno considers it such