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What the hell do you know about the black community? Everything you know you learned from watching the local news, reading the newspaper, and reading Debra Dickerson. It irritates me when people who aren't part of a community seem to make some general statement about black folks.
Let me educate you, higher tax bracket foreigner: I live in the Deep South and am black and go to Church, and my Pastor has whole sermons about how important it is for Christians to treat their bodies as a temple. We have a Christian womans exercise club, and seminars on how to eat right. Granted, black people down south are fat. So are the white ones. But it's making a dent, slowly and surely. That's the way to change things; shame and guilt don't do anything. Because our pastor cares about his congregation, and comes out of place of love, his flock listens to him, rather than you ioxitl whose only interested in your own pocketbook and how those fatties are ruining your friggin life.
So don't tell me about black people. And I knew, growing up in California, plenty of Mexican migrant workers who may not be obese, but who have health problems like diabetes due to the crappy diet they eat.