My name is Bartholomew Jefferson ||| (the third) I’m 25 and I used to really hate black people. To be honest I have no justifiable reason for hating them but it’s just they’ve been involved in so many negative things in my life (robbings, beatings, bullying.) But what really pushed me over the edge is when black people ruined my dads love life. I was 5 years old when my mother died of AIDS and to be honest I hated her so I didn’t really care but I did care about my dad and it broke my heart to see him cry himself to sleep ever night after work, it was like this until I turned 10 when I came home & saw my dad grinning from ear to ear looking at his phone. When I asked him about it he told me he met the most wonderful woman on MySpace & how after talking for months they’re finally gonna meet in real life but I got a bad vibe from this particular woman (she was black btw) so I begged him not to meet her but he got mad me & hit me (I kinda liked it) & told me to let him be happy for once & went anyway. Fast forward 3 hours after the time my dad said he’ll be home by I hear the my dad burst through the door sobbing hysterically so I immediately ran down to check on him just see him crying just to find him in his underwear only with nothing else on him, I asked him what happened & he told me the woman set him up & got him beaten, robbed & raped in an alleyway. He ended up having to go into a psychiatric hospital because of his trauma so I ended up living with my uncle, this was the final straw needed to push me over the deep end & so begun 15 years of hate crimes, 15 years of hate speech, 15 years of triple K meetings & I eventually became the grand wizard of my country do I was even involved in many unfair trials of many black minorities. But that all came crashing down when I was at a college party & heard the most heavenly instrumental grace my ears, I immediately rushed to the DJ to find out where that heavenly song was named when the DJ told me “Gypsy Woman” by Playboi Carti. After hearing those words I immediately rushed out of the party even pushing over some guy in a wheelchair so I can listen to this song in my dorm but when I arrived & looked him up I found out he was BLACK so I immediately closed my laptop and vowed to never listen to him ever again! 3 months later my boyfriend comes to my dorm uninvited & asks me if I want to go to a concert. Of course I said yes since I naively thought it was another Ariana Grande concert since he’s a huge fan of her, but when we arrived at the concert I noticed it was unusually packed with a lot of black people so I was starting to have a panic attack but calmed myself & just focus until the concert…Until HE walked on the stage and I couldn’t take my eyes of him he was so BEAUTIFUL I tried to move but my body refused, I was so captivated by his presence I was frozen. But when he performed “long time” I immediately burst into tears since it made me think of my dad whom I haven’t seen in a very long time. The lyrics cut deeper than any sword & I eventually started moshing with black people. It felt like a fever dream as if it wasn’t real it was during this moment I finally felt as if I was at peace. When I got home I immediately burned my klan robe, cut all ties with the other members, & then proceeded to order Carti’s entire discography online. fast forward a year later I’m now friends with many black people & I’ve even started listening to other artist like Tyler The Creator, Travis Scott, Frank Ocean and more! I feel so much happier now that Carti is in my life I don’t know what I’d do without him! I even gathered the courage to finally reconnect with my dad & now I get to see him every 3 weeks! Thank you Carti you really changed my life 🧛🦇