I am rarely happier than in an African market, the sole white face in a sea of Black, the laughter and energy and noise utterly infectious and joyous. It reminds me of how I grew up, so for me it is completely comfortable. In that I am incredibly fortunate. But to your point- the greal fallacy of allyship and "go read this or that book" changes nothing without experience. Until you LIVE the experience, all you did was read a book about allyship and the Black experience. While I might agree with some of the comments here, I might underscore HARD that going to a Black neighborhood in Jersey is nothing like being in Namibia or South Africa or Tanzania, where not only is it the neighborhood but most of the entire continent. AND that every village, tribe etc is utterly different. Unique in terms of language, culture, customs, everything. That is the kind of experience that argues against the singular Black experience in the world. The deep, broad, rich and massively diverse Black culture is breathtaking. When we hide in our Whiteness we rob ourselves. Thanks again for excellent points.