He Talk Like a White Boy

and yes...I hear it a lot too

After I had answered a question in class a Black girl from across the room raised her hand and announced, “He talk like a White Boy!” That, as they say, was the beginning of my life. Everything changed for me after that moment. I had never been called an Uncle Tom before, never accused of wanting to be white, Never before assaulted because I raised my hand in class and spoke proper. Of course now that I am writing a weekly column and appearing on radio and television as a commentator the accusation is no longer that I speak like a white boy, but that I think like a white boy.
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To say that one speaks (or thinks) white is to claim that there is some crucial element missing in my self definition. The question I ask is who is it that decides what these elements are? The very fact that we are talking about a self definition suggests that there can be no set of hard and fast rules. One of the things that makes America great is that we are at liberty to define ourselves. And if we wake up one morning and don’t like what we see we can erase it and begin again. This thing we call a black identity is made up of millions of individual identities and each one of them is authentic.
-Frontpagemag, Joseph C. Phillips