As I think about it, I remember that Affirmative Action was started in the '60's in order to bring "people of color" into the mainstream workplace. I think that's been done as far as Affirmative Action can go.
Now there have been some on here, in this thread, talking about the ghetto, and how you'd change your tune if you were there, and characterized the "ghetto" as a particularly BLACK experience. I take exception to that. I doubt that the person(s) who said that have ever lived there. I was raised there in Dallas, in the fifties, sixties, and early seventies. I am a mixed breed person. I tell people that my race is "Ethnic Texan." That's what I am. I have also been called a "blanket-ass good-for-nothing, drunk f***ing indian," too. Folks, I don't drink, I've never spent my time sitting on a blanket, either. I do have a problem with clocks, though. I, for the life of me, have so much trouble structuring my day by the hour. It's a "Native-American" thing. Think the Welfare system can help me with that?
Like I said, I was raised in the South Dallas slums, where the average life-expectancy was 16. That didn't stop me from graduating high-school, or college, obtaining a commission, and serving honorably in the military until I was wounded severely enough that instead of the retirement I was two years from achieving, I got a medical disability instead. Guess what? Nothing was ever handed to me. I worked my tail off to get where I wanted to be. So can every other kid in the "ghetto," if they have the incentive, the moral backing, and try. Affirmative Action should no longer be in the purview of the Government, but in the hands of the people who are down, and trying to better themselves. By the same token, what in the world are they thinking in Washington, giving money to non-Americans to start businesses, so they can send their money to help relatives overseas, or bring them over here to get grants to start their own businesses? That's Affirmative Action, US Government style these days.
Back to the one who has his feelings on his sleeves about the Ghetto. Sir, I have just one thing to say to you, in closing: Grow up!