I have a saying that I resort to sometimes. It runs, “I miss my White friends.” By this I mean that in my life, a few times in elementary and middle school, a few times in my college years, and a few times in my vocational life, I’ve had White friends that I considered ‘real’ friends. Male and female, the relationship was sincere and casually reciprocal, and my associates quite often benefited me, and I benefitted them in sometimes particular and generic ways. And yet now in my life, living in an all-Black neighborhood, having gone to HBCUs, all Black…