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Came across this on Youtube and navigated to the Facebook discussions the youtube blogger mentioned, Dr. Umar Johnson.
Man the hating was thick by black folks on the Facebook page. I realize they are Pan-Africanists and all that and so believe in black on black love and other jazz on that Facebook page, but grown ass folks who just seemed taken aback to see so many young black men with white prom dates and couldn't contain their vitriol was telling.
For example have a black women with 2 young sons talking about "her son better never deal with a white girl, he'll know better ". With a parent who thinks like that her sons most likely will seek out a white girl out of sheer curiosity about why all the hate. It never fails in those situations.
I tell you black men and white women together sure get folks going, even when its a prom date with young men and women graduating with their diploma, a more noteworthy feat b.t.w.
Must say I got a kick out of some of the comments such as
"Seven Wives for Seven Brothas"
" This is what happens when you open a Starbucks next to a basketball court "
^^^That's actually funny as hell. White girls and our Starbucks! :smt023
I remember one ex in particular, his mom was always so complimentary towards me but she flat out told me her son would never be more than friends with me (clearly she didn't know he was my bf lol). She wasn't about to have a ww in her family.
My bf now has told me that growing up his mom always told him he'd better not ever come home with a white girl. As a mother, I imagine her reasoning behind that rule was to try and protect her son from the hate/stereotyping/racist attitudes that can surround IR relationships. White friends were fine, but white girlfriends were off limits. His mom has changed her way of thinking since then though. She's such a welcoming and loving woman, who's been nothing but warm and respectful towards me. At this stage of her life, I think she recognizes that how I treat her son, and ultimately his happiness, is far more important than the color of my skin. If I make him happier than he's been and I take care of him like a woman should take care of her man, why should it matter that I'm white and he's black? I think she gets it now...thank goodness
Preach my lady, that's what's up. :smt023
Relationships are already tough out here, if you find that person that compliments you as a partner that is what it comes down to. No time for haters and their misery as Orejon mentioned above, misery loves company.
Glad to see your dude's mom has altered her perspective as she got to know you as a person and not a racial makeup.
LOL, didn't realize white girls be loving Starbucks like that.
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Came across this on Youtube and navigated to the Facebook discussions the youtube blogger mentioned, Dr. Umar Johnson.
Man the hating was thick by black folks on the Facebook page. I realize they are Pan-Africanists and all that and so believe in black on black love and other jazz on that Facebook page, but grown ass folks who just seemed taken aback to see so many young black men with white prom dates and couldn't contain their vitriol was telling.
For example have a black women with 2 young sons talking about "her son better never deal with a white girl, he'll know better". With a parent who thinks like that her sons most likely will seek out a white girl out of sheer curiosity about why all the hate. It never fails in those situations.
I tell you black men and white women together sure get folks going, even when its a prom date with young men and women graduating with their diploma, a more noteworthy feat b.t.w.
Must say I got a kick out of some of the comments such as
"Seven Wives for Seven Brothas"
"This is what happens when you open a Starbucks next to a basketball court"
I think back to a few incidents during my junior and senior year in high school. One involved the annual Homecoming Ceremony and Game. There was always the question as to why a black girl was never elected Homecoming queen or even as a part of the Queen's court. The school held elections and everyone voted. The results were always the same. So, we(black students), accepted it. Then we had a little game on campus; it was a computer match game to see who was compatible whom on campus. It was called The Love Match Game. For $5.00, a student can find out who was more compatible with whom. However, a parent was concerned about his/her son or daughter being associated with a black boy or girl in a way other than scholastic learning. I paid that price and I was given the money back a week later. I was told that there was no one with whom I am compatible with. I thought it wasn't true. But I was glad to get my $5.00 back.
There was a school dance on a Saturday night. Two of the couples were interracial. But one of them were have a night of intimidation. That night, there was a Filipina and her boyfriend who happened to be white and a black boy and a white girl. Everyone was dancing close and enjoying the moment when some guy walked in and started taking pictures. He took pictures of the black boy and the white girl. The white girl was visibly shaken because the photographer was her ex-boyfriend and he was sort of tight with her parents. She had asked me once about how I felt about IR. I told her I was in favor of it. She was so in favor of it that she made it known and didn't care. But she did care that Saturday night.
There was another young IR couple on campus and for some reason, nobody bothered them. I think it was the fact that these two were both a little on the heavy side. They were not a super attractive couple but they seemed to get along great together. I guessed it is all about looks. If an IR couple is attractive, they get the scrutiny and if not, they are left alone. As to the video, I think people are make too much about nothing. A tempest in a teacup. My nephew is dating interracially(his girlfriend is Puerto Rican and Dominican) and the two are close. They're not making a statement. They are just a couple of kids together.
I tend to agree. A lot of this feels like it's about men viewing women as their 'property' so the other race of men is 'stealing' their property. It's pathetic, really. People are just people if you leave them to their own devices free of social pressure, manipulation, etc.
Or that family making sure that this person is "saved" or "preserved" for someone they deem worthy. So, they encourage them to excel because they believe that their child is special and as good as, or better than anyone else.
I love how parents think it their prerogative to deem who is worthy. As if they had to spend their lives with that person. Children are not our property, they are our loved ones. Sounds like patriarchy to me, but I could be wrong.
"This is what happens when you open a Starbucks next to a basketball court"
Wow. Kudos to young folks for having fun 8). Where was this? On a purely statistical level, this is "amazing". My high school was too ultra-segregated for a scenario like that to jump off, lol.
What's the matter, Beasty? You upset your teammate is on the sidelines?
Don't be going my future husband like that
What's the matter, Beasty? You upset your teammate is on the sidelines?
lol! Upset? Lil dude your reference to teams is indicative of your small mentality. Apparently you have an imaginary system of points in which you use to substantiate your delusions. Your silly misguided appraisal for anything other than bm ww is beyond the scope of this site. So you along with the small number of insecure posters and trolls can carry on in your folly proclaiming to the world that you have no gripes with bw, as if anyone cares. Only the men that actually have a choice can understand the concept of preference. :smt043
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“So you have jungle fever?” and “You’re into black guys?” didn’t become frequently asked questions until I began attending school at Towson University (TU) as a freshman. I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015). The most significant difference among them is that this Rochester belongs to a New England state that is listed in bold when you Google “Least diverse state.” If you flip through my year book from senior year, you will count 3 black students in my class, only one of them being male. Although New Hampshire is over 94% “white alone”, (and zero percent Native American) my high school proudly flaunts the Red Raider mascot, a stereotypical Native American with a face tinted blood red (Census Bureau, 2014). This was the place I was born and raised; where nobody had to whisper the “n word” or hesitate to stick some feathers in their hair and paint their skin red as a sign of school spirit.
Growing up in New Hampshire didn’t prevent me from making friends or dating guys who weren’t white. I felt a certain pride in hanging out with people who were Dominican, Indonesian, Laos, Filipino, Hispanic, etc. because it set me apart from others. My parents taught me good morals, like not judging others by their appearance, though I did have to keep my jaw clenched when I visited relatives. They would ask me about the “colored kids” at my job as a camp counselor and spoke the word “bi-racial” in hushed tones, as if it were something to be ashamed of.
After deciding to enroll at Towson University, friends of mine joked about me going to “the hood” and the violence in the Baltimore area, but I was never worried. Fitting into this lifestyle felt more natural to me than living in Rochester ever did. In Rochester everyone appeared to me as clones, walking down school halls clad in American Eagle apparel with Aroma Joe’s coffee cups in hand, but at TU everything clicked. Gay, bisexual, straight, transgender, black, white, Asian, it was there and it was beautiful. All it took was one semester for me to breakup with my high school boyfriend and fall completely in love with a guy from my dorm. He was the first black guy I had ever dated. My ex’s response? “I can’t believe you dumped me for a n*%$#@.”
Telling your parents about your new boyfriend is hard enough when his skin is the same color as yours, but it becomes even more difficult when he is at the opposite end of the color spectrum as you. I called my mother up to tell her about my new boyfriend, and nervously came clean with the statement “I’mSeeingSomeoneNewAndHe’sBlack!” Though I knew my parents wouldn’t care, wouldn’t forbid be from seeing him, or treat him differently than my past boyfriends, the fact that I felt the need to admit he was black, as if it were a crime is absurd. How many times had I said “Mom, I met this guy, he’s white”?
No matter how anxious I was to tell my family about my boyfriend, I felt proud of my interracial relationship, like we were the result of the world uniting and becoming a better place. While some people smiled at us as we held hands in D.C. or walked side by side around the Inner Harbor, others just stared with disapproving eyes. The thing is, people were tolerant, but they were not always accepting. Where friends from home had laughed in my face, believing my taste in guys had somehow done a 180 as a result of moving to the city, black guys I currently went to school with were intrigued. I began receiving attention from darker skinned guys, one even proclaiming with a wink that he had “never had a white girl before” as if conquering a white girl is some badge of honor or just something to check off a list.
Dating a black man is not the same as dating a white man. I was pushed out of my comfort zone and I learned more than I ever would have had I been with some someone who grew up just as I did. He showed me new music, food, and gave me a new perspective to consider. His family welcomed me with open arms and I am a better person because of it. Friends asked me what it was like dating someone who is black and giggled asking if it was true about “what they say about size.” One friend admitted “I could never date a black guy because I wouldn’t be able to understand what he was saying.” All stereotypes I had been used to hearing about this unchartered territory.
When my relationship eventually ended, the phrase “once you go black, you never go back” rang in my ears. It put me in a box, limiting me in ways I didn’t realize until recently. The more attention I received from black men, the less white men wanted to talk to me, as if I had been eternally branded as a traitor. They seemed to be intimidated by my dozens of Facebook pictures with darker men, causing them to run before they even got to know me. “They’re riddled with sexually transmitted diseases” one ignorant guy messaged me on Tinder after seeing a single picture of me with black guys on my profile. To them, Black men were filthy and diseased, which could only mean one thing: I was too.
As my luck with white men plummeted, I was inevitably pushed further towards black guys. I began attending parties where I was one of the few white people. Guys would approach me, rarely avoiding grabbing my butt or asking the question, “So you like black guys?” I became known as that girl who was only interested in dark men and suddenly, the body that took me years to become comfortable with became one I was questioning again. “You have no a**, Erica” one guy commented at one of these parties as LL Cool J’s “Big Ole Butt” blasted through speakers, while another told me he was willing to deal with my lack of a chest because I had “an a** like a dancer.” Many of the songs on the radio by black artists seemed to put emphasis on parts of the body that I was lacking. Flo Rida’s “Can’t Believe It” flowed through party speakers with its lyrics “Damn that white girl got some a** I don’t believe it” and “black girl got some a** it ain’t no secret”, taking me back to feelings of insecurity I started having as a little kid.
The first time I had ever questioned my physical appearance was before I even began first grade. I was running around my house in a black one piece bathing suit and remember looking down at my stomach, thinking that it stuck out too much. I immediately sprinted outside in the daylight to get a better look and make sure I wasn’t fat. Critiquing my body became a regular occurrence after that.
As I slowly prodded my way through middle school then high school, my body began taking on the features of a woman. My 5’4’’108 pound figure became more defined and I started to feel proud of my body. I felt that I looked the way that I was meant to look: small waist, small everything. But going to college challenged my standards of beauty. Previously I had learned to fear looking heavy from various places including sitcoms featuring women trying on dress after dress and finally asking “Does this make my butt look big?” Her husband would assure her that of course her butt didn’t look big in order to prevent her from trying another outfit on. Where growing up as a white woman had
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