I’ve seen black Americans in Montego Bay, Jamaica watching American football on plasma bar screens, drinking Budweiser and wearing pith helmets, (I kid you not.) What was the point of leaving Detroit in the first place and did they think the Caribbean was Africa?
Mind you, there were Rasta’s talking about “Going home to Mother Africa.” Like to see their impressions after two weeks in Ethiopia when the “brothers” had robbed them blind.