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Men of character, wit and charisma, alongside whom I have spent some of the best times of my life. East and South Asians, Persians, Arabs, Native Americans, Polynesians — all options as far as I was concerned. Then came the night my girlfriend jokingly called me a racist after I rejected a list of possible options, including her brilliant and cute brother, because they just were “not my type,” my longtime code for “melanin-deficient.” We laughed about it. I pride myself on being open and accepting people at face value, yet, consciously or not, I was writing off millions of single and potentially interesting American men simply because they were white.
Yet, until recently, I did not consider white men as romantic prospects. Meanwhile, my social circle is full of black women married to or dating white men.
So I decided to explore why I could love white men like family but not envision them as potential partners. Love for men who move through the world in ways that remind me of my father. A black man comfortable in his skin and walking in his purpose remains the ideal. There is also the fact that I was raised a good Southern black woman, albeit one freer than most.
Fear of being ostracized by those very same men or fetishized by their white counterparts. I grew up surrounded by handsome black men who were strong-minded, hard-working, upwardly mobile and worldly. At a home, it was understood that if Billy Dee Williams — not Paul Newman, not Richard Gere — should ever knock on our door, my mother was leaving with him. Still, as a rule, good Southern black women do not dishonor their communities or betray their history by willingly sleeping with white men. The same grace that is extended to black men who date white women is not as easily extended to black women who do the same.
For those of us who sat back and morosely observed our men and women tear each other apart online, we found ourselves facing the same troubling and daunting question we’ve been struggling with since forever, “How do we bridge the gap between Black men and women?
But I understand where Black women’s frustration comes from, and it’s more about the fact that Black men would rather hit the Caps Lock button to yell at women expressing frustration with their abuse, than hit the Caps Lock button to berate the men who are doing the abusing. As Black men, the worst thing we can do is ask how we as individuals can solve the Black man vs.
In it, there is an imagined scene where Michelle asks why Barack ended things with his college girlfriend, who was white.
His response is something along the lines of: I get that.
The real question is, “How can we collectively treat our women better?
” As a man who —for the first time in his life —is taking stock of any and all semblance of his own internalized/externally expressed misogynoir, I can firmly say that I understand why women would simply say, “Men are trash.” I also understand why brothers say, “F*** THE POLICE.” A lot of Black men don’t want to hear this, and a lot will go out of their way to refute these claims, but we are the cause of much of the emotional, mental, physical and sexual abuse that our sisters suffer.
A few days ago, my homegirl Evita posted that quote on her Instagram.