As the great bard once wrote, my fingers itch. I’ve been itching to write a post like this for a while. Now, the opportunity seems to have finally presented itself. If you detect a note of anger in my prose, please revise your thoughts. There is no anger on the part of this writer. It may just be a touch of excitement instead. With rare exceptions, I do not get angry in any case. I do feel sad from time to time, though. Now, the issue of racism and its regular manifestations in all aspects of our lives, even in the movies and on our TV screens has not yet brought me to the point of tears, but I feel that I’m coming close to that point.