(A true story) I lived in Los Angeles for 22 years. One day I got tired of buying products for my hair from the Koreans. After the Rodney King riots the posters went up "BUY BLACK." That's what I was determined to do. But behind every counter in every store that sold Ultra Sheen or Perm Repair or Ambi was a Korean face. They followed me around the store, sticking up my a** like I was there to get a five-finger discount. I left each store in disgust going to the next store and the next store. Nothing but Koreans. I got desparate--running up and down Crenshaw Blvd like I was bugging. Still the signs said "BUY BLACK." Okay what are they selling? $300 Kinte cloth dresses, incense, casette tapes. Brother I don't have $300 to spend on one dress. If you want my business sell me something I can use. Because I'm tired of having to go to the Koreans for some Dark and freakin' a**ed Lovely! Is anybody listening?