Somewhere along the line the world sort of decided that anything black was automatically worse. Black skin, ugly. Black hair, rubbish, black bodies, dirty. Even the things we did, black culture, primitive, black music, talentless, black clothing, thuggish, black lives worthless.
When white people did them though, they were fashion icons, pioneers and breakthrough. Black people wondered: “are you sure you’re not racist?” And the world said “no.”