And, no, this isn't one of those instances of some white guy just saying, "Stop talking about this stuff, black people. You're making me feel bad."
No, it is an acknowledgment that, despite a century and a half since nominal emancipation, America is still tragically two-toned and a pledge to make it otherwise.
Since no one seems to be able to change the behavior of police, grand juries, businesses, etc. and enlighten them to the reality that people are simply people and one's store of melanin doesn't appreciably define one's nature, I volunteer myself--and all my buckra brethren--to join the real post-racial America.
Hereafter, we shan't complain when stalked through stores like dangerous animals. We shall meekly accept patently false claims that the job is taken and the apartment already rented. We shall freely embrace pre-judgments of our mental and moral inadequacies and endeavor to, at all times, exhibit more humility, ability and tolerance than is offered to us.
We understand that there may be times when it is necessary to detain us, abuse us verbally and physically, arrest us, even kill us for no reason. We accept that, should we object to such treatment, we can expect full-scale military response to any protest we make. We acknowledge that our lives and freedom are without worth, and may be taken at any time for any or no reason.
Lastly, we accept that any comments we may make on our status can be dismissed out of hand by those who benefit from our disenfranchisement, that whatever complaints we may have about being robbed, beaten and killed may be brushed off as cynical attempts to avoid our own responsibility for our state. "Reverse post-racism," perhaps. Maybe, "playing the post-race card."
I understand there are some of my background who might not want to join the new, post-racial world. They may object to the idea that rights are no longer rights but gifts, granted by the powerful, that laws are only what those wearing certain uniforms declare them to be.
"That isn't fair," they'll say.
Do tell.