Not only in psychological aspect but in the different branches of science in general.
My human behavior: finding in the article the part that is most convenient for my decaying universe and degenerated species. The current accepted theories enjoy fame but lack of factual evidence.
A reform is badly needed.
One of the major contributing factors to the replication crisis, which is centered mostly on social psychology, is human nature. Humans, being humans, do not like hearing that ideas they’ve worked on for a long time might have to get tossed in the bin, or at the very least revised significantly. That’s why some researchers — though by no means all of them — have responded to good-faith critiques of their work by attempting to derail the conversation, calling their critics crazy or mean or attributing to them dark ulterior motives. The researchers who attempt such derailings tend to be established, well-respected ones who have benefited from the old regime — the regime that led the field into its current, precarious situation, and which is now threatened by a growing reform movement.
About blacks and whites.
My thing is black women, I can't evade it. I knew a black girl who was a secretary, she lived in the poorest zone of the city. I didn't know at that moment, but her boy friend and father of her daughter was in jail because drugs. I never asked her about her past, she never did the same about me. We went out for months, and I practically lived in her apartment most of the days of the week. I had my own apartment very close to downtown.
The guys who lived in that zone were usually drug sellers and drug users. Many of them hard working people, others in the street most of the day and night. Loud music all day long in the street on Summer time.
As far as I can remember, my first night over there I was sleeping when I heard noises outside and I woke up and thru the window I saw a group of black youngsters sitting over the hood of my car drinking, smoking and talking with others sitting on the side walk. I went back to bed, and I say to myself that I probably will need to take a bus going to work.
Next day, I took my girlfriend to her work in my car. The guys didn't make any damage to it. Months living with that black girl and no one of the black guys in that neighborhood caused me any problems.
I met later on with another girl and I decided to finish my relationship with the black girl. Fortunately she had plans to do the same, and her reason was because her boyfriend and father of her daughter was ready to come out from jail.
After a few months, one day, I decided to visit her. By coincidence, when I parked my car in the street, from the car parked right in front of me, the guy came out and opened the door to the little girl. She came out from the front passenger's side. She saw me and told the guy to go that she will catch up with him.
We talk a little, and I saw her going to her apartment. The guys who were around, in good way told me to leave her alone, the boyfriend will stay with her. I left the place in peace.
To my surprise, because I was living in that town for only two years and reading the news was not part of my daily routine, a year later I found out that I was living in one of the most rough zones of Washington DC SE. Crimes happened daily, drugs the cause of most crimes, and I didn't believe it at all. I said to myself that the news media lies, because I was there and without being black nobody attempted to do any harm to me and my property (my car).
Even when the neighborhood was 100% black people, probably because her, I never had any reason to be afraid.
Of course, in my family, in other areas like NW Washington DC, in areas like 16th street close to Maryland, a group of black youngsters attacked some of my family for no reason, they didn't steal anything. And my family was greatly afraid of black people around.
By my own experience, I think that human behavior is hard to predict. We can make thousands and thousands of studies about our behavior and I guess the exceptions will overcome the rule.
About the black girl I knew years ago, I don't know how, but she found my phone number and called me to say hi. In the middle of our conversation, by hearing the different tone of her voice, I did risk our friendship asking her..." you've got fat, right?"
She laughed so hard...