This is a good time for a race discussion. There are definitely places in time where a black man from Baltimore could feel… a little more comfortable than others. I could go visit Great Zimbabwe! Hey let’s go hang out in Songhai! Africa, The Middle East, Southern Europe. Those are my choices. That’s a lot of space to visit!
But like, you’re time traveling with your white friend who means well, and you know you’re going into some bad shit. “Hey, let’s visit the antebellum south!” Why would we do that. “I always wanted to visit one of those nice plantations.” *Unfriended.
Man, that guy would bring you to like, the Battle of Trautenau, and be like “Isn’t this sick?” and I’d be like “No this is terrifying!” and get our ass captured by Prussians. Next thing you know I’m stuck in the 19th century, conscripted and being yelled at by Adolf von Bonin. “This is just great, Jared.” I’d say as I’m loading a cannon.
No, I mean things are tough in 2015, but at least I’m not stuck in the 1860′s finding out what the Prussian word for Little Black Boy who Pisses His Pants during a gunfight, but sure likes to drink.” It’s german, so you know they have one.