"Lower class" blacks as you put it look down on other lower class black themselves. I grew up in the suburbs and a lot of guys would try to "try" my blackness or claim I wasn't black enough when in reality MY though process and the fact I grew up in a two parent household with positive role models in a black man (father) and black woman (mother) I actually have always been very pro black and proud.
THIS ISNT A BEING WELL SPOKEN ISSUE
NOR A HIP HOP ISSUE...
I WAS ALWAYS A WELL SPOKEN HONORS STUDENT...
USED TO GET TEASED BY THE HOMIES
FOR GIVING MY SPEECHES SO PROPER...
SUBURBAN BLACKS HAVE ALWAYS LOOKED AT LOWER CLASS BLACKS THROUGH THE EYES OF WHITES.
When I'd get dropped off the bus in the "white" neighboorhood dudes would try to clown me but of course they all chased after my sisters over any girls from their neighborhood and looked at whites as untouchable (especially white chicks) so at the end of the day who really is more pro black, down, or how ever you want to put it?
It's more off an individual thing as many blacks from the hood (understandably though due to the conditions) aren't running around as Malcom X.
Sorry to hear this man. I grew up in the burbs went to majority white schools but you may think I'm lying but going to an HBCU was the best decision of my life. Black kids aren't a monolithic and they are black people who have similar interest like you it's just hard for you to meet them. I met guys who had similar interest like me in college.I was always the suburban black kid who got shunned and made fun of for "talking white." I made so many genuine efforts throughout, both, middle school and high school to make friends/build bonds with my fellow black peers. It was always the same--a$$hole jokes about my clothing, and the way I talked. It got so bad that white kids started to join in. Both groups acting as a team to attack me. That's why I started to hate myself, and became a loner. I was always...ALWAYS jealous of the bond other blacks would have with each other. I wish I could tell you some happy ending to this story where I eventually met some black people who accepted me, but I can't. I'm now in my early 20s trying to figure out who I am, as a black man, in this world. I just feel so isolated. It sucks, but I definitely hold no hatred for my black brothers and sisters....just towards myself.
It was like heaven coming from a majority white high school where I didn't feel 100% comfortable around the white kids and most of the black kids came from a different environment I did. Of course there were dudes who came from the hood in college who maybe had more in common with other guys but hell 2 of my best friends from college grew up in a different situation from me and honestly they aren't that much different from me both quality, smart, cats who now are successful black men. It just being in an HBCU environment I got to opportunity to meet fellow young black men that were about making something of themselves regardless of where they came from.
It's about mentality more so than where you come from when it comes to who you vibe with.
Just keep your head up.