West Bloomfield

I have lived many places in my life, but hands down the TOWNSHIP of West Bloomfield is by far the worst place I've ever lived. Sure it's low on crime and murder, but just know those things DO happen. I was born in Detroit, raised in Southfield, and my hard working BLACK parents moved us to WB in 1992, and that changed my life.
The first kids to bully me were Chaldeans, and then Jewish, and then other Black kids. Apparently I wasn't street enough,or back enough for rich African Americans, and I was also seen as nothing but another N-word to everyone else.
My friends did come from ALL nationalities though, and if you're not pretentious, condescending, sarcastic, or a simple all around douchebag, you're NOT going to make it in West Bloomfield. Because you will not fit in.
High school was really no better.

West Bloomfield High School is divided into many Chaldeans who LOVE trying to act tough, and imitating Black & Italian stereotypes. But ironically turn very conservative. From 2pac to Trump. 🤷🏽 ♂️ It's also divided into many Jewish kids who act very haughty and snobby to everyone. And then there is African American kids, who try to act tough and imitate Black stereotypes, (Even though there parents are the hard working opposite). Let's not forget kids from Keego Harbor who may of grown up in some type of poverty or broken homes, yet they still try to to imitate black stereotypes. (Do you see a pattern here?) The rest of the kids in the school are the very quiet future Doctors and Lawyers of the world. But on the average, West Bloomfield is a microcosm of when insecurities, divorced families, status driven, "fix it with money" personalities all blend together in a Starbucks cup. The amount of drug dealers, and users are no different than any bad part of Detroit. The ONLY difference is that money helps things APPEAR to be different. So basically WB only taught me that when you have money, it doesn't mean you're a better person. It only means you can make yourself appear that you are. I hope this summary helps people understand the truth. And ever since I've left that bewildered cesspool of judgmental stares from Karen's of all types, my life has gotten better. And I've learned that being known to be genuine and kind is a better status symbol than any Range Rover.

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