It wasn't GoodTimes for me

Growing up I looked on TV and I seldom saw anyone I wanted to be like. I saw white families that made me wonder if my family was crazy. Sometimes I would wish that I would get adopted by a nice white family. I never was adopted, although my family sometimes wondered if I was adopted after some of the crazy things I would do. My family didn't look like the Brady bunch we looked more like the faces in Good Times. But on that show it made black people seem like buffoons , it wasn't something that I could identify with. As much as I wanted to live in a world of white picket fences and family dinners every night. It never happened, I lived in a world of a dysfunctional family and poverty. I would enjoy watching TV and seeing a world were life problems were solved in 30 minutes. Then an half hour later I would watch a show where black people were struggling in poverty and prancing like a minstrel show. Most time I saw black people on TV they were drug dealers or prostitutes . I never like the way TV portrayed black life,it made me uncomfortable.