In writing my previous blog post, I had my second revelation about black people in Dickinson, North Dakota.

I have written many times about the people in Dickinson being unfriendly, uncooperative, hostile, and hateful towards others.  In my previous blog post I gave and explained some reasons for this.

Throughout my blog posts, I have described what living in Dickinson, North Dakota is like.  In previous blog posts I have described that the people here hate people from someplace else, especially people with an education.  The companies here hate people with an education, and mistreat and disrespect engineers in every way possible.  The people here raised the rent by 400% in order to gouge the people from some place else.  All of the businesses, restaurants, and stores are hateful to their white male customers.  It occurred to me, maybe Dickinson needs more black people, maybe they would like black people better, maybe they want black people.

This is what I wrote about in a previous blog post titled “I Had A Revelation, Dickinson Needs More Black People”.  I then wrote several more blog posts about the people in Dickinson and the women in Dickinson being sick and tired of white men.

My 2nd Revelation About Black People In Dickinson, North Dakota, was, “I am the black person”.

I have been complaining that I have a degree in engineering, and have worked as an engineer, estimator, inspector, superintendent, project manager, and owned my own business.  I don’t have a criminal record.  I haven’t done anything wrong.  I have done all of my work competently in Dickinson and elsewhere, but I am treated with unfriendliness, hostility, hatred, and disrespect.  It dawned on me, “This is what black people experience”.

In school, as a kid, from time to time the reading assignment would be a short story about what black people experience.  In general, these short stories would convey that the black characters were mistreated or unfairly treated for no cause or justification, other than being black.

There are movies, plays, biographies, and novels about what it was like to be black at different times in history, in different places.  They generally describe a life that is harder for black people.  Not receiving fair treatment, not being given credit for accomplishments, not being acknowledged for ability, being treated with disrespect, being treated with hostility, being treated with suspicion for no cause or justification other than disrespect and hostility.  This is what living in Dickinson is like for me.

However, I do look forward to seeing what happens to everyone in Dickinson, and I think that I will like it.  There is this silly expression that I read somewhere, “As you sew, so shall you reap.”