I was thinking about the possibility of an African pope this morning- slim and none, I believe. Somehow this story comes to mind:

I recall going to a barbershop years ago where the barber had little statues he made of priests and nuns from all over the world on display. He bragged about his world-wide collection. I saw no Black faces and asked him where the African ones were. He laughed and so did his other customers. i was dead serious. In white America, barber shops are the epicenter of racism. LOL!!!! In fact, the first time I ever heard the N word was in a barbershop in Peoria, Illinois on my 6th birthday in 1953. LOL!! Dad took me to get a haircut that morning. The barber used it describing Cub's great Ernie Banks who was just starting his big-league career. I give my dad credit; he never went back to that barber shop. And I recall vividly that night my dad telling our old Jewish neighbor that story, and the neighbor saying, "I knew that guy (the barber) was a son of a bitch." Ha HA!!!! I learned two new words that day.