Ever since you began exposing yourselves like drunken flashers in Central Park, we blacks have experienced en masse that sensation of genuine empathy from decent white folk who honestly had no clue that you still exist, have all of your teeth, and aren't married to your cousin-uncle.
See, contrary to your feverishly paranoid delusions, the vast majority of blacks who self-isolate aren't acting out of hatred but out of fear of prejudice. And by polarizing millions of whites to vocally and publicly reject your ideas, beliefs, and behaviors, you're creating an opportunity for a level of interracial solidarity that hasn't been seen since the Civil Rights era.
I'm reminded of M. Scott Peck, who said "Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others... But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness."
Racism is the biblical thorn requiring us to seek "perfection through weakness". It's the wound we have to ignore as we struggle to bootstrap our way through stereotypes, scapegoating, and the irrational simultaneity of being both deserving of and lying about how you treat us.
By being so overt in your hatred, you've drawn the world's attention to our wounds, and the overwhelming response has been one of love, kindness, and community. The past three years have done wonders for making folks feel like brothers and sisters no matter the skin tone.
So thanks for helping us cross the racial divide, motherfuckers. I promise you, your unwitting contributions to the betterment of this country won't be forgotten. It won't be remembered kindly, mind you, but it certainly won't be forgotten.