Black America: Is There Hope for Us Yet?

So I woke up to a Facebook timeline full of rants posted by your's truly about my beloved black men. This "rant" was fueled by a conversation I was having at the time about the state of our race. My girlfriends and I had just come from a party where people of my age group and Latino descent actually got together to celebrate their heritage. That particular group of friends have made it a point to keep their culture alive by not only getting together to celebrate it in a positive light every so often, but by practicing chivalry, respect, and love for one another. It's sad to say that I was taken aback by the evident sense of unity and pride as if I weren't used to witnessing it among my own. I love my people and I know I'm not perfect, nor have I done all I can to make this change within my people, but after recent events I have either gone through or simply witness on a daily basis, you can be sure that I will try a little harder as to not perpetuate the negativity afflicting our progress as a people.