For #BlackHistoryMonth, I’m sharing some of my thoughts…
Growing up, we were surrounded by racist neighbors.
It didn’t matter that we had moved onto that street before they had and before I was even born. It only mattered that we were Black (“Go back where you came from!“), that we spoke English (“We hate English people!“) and that we didn’t fit their stereotype of what “des nègres” were supposed to be (you can fill in those colorful blanks).
We endured so many years of stupid sh*t that I could give you a laundry list. But I’ll won’t here.
Those neighbors were brutally bold and boldly brutal but we were too badass to break.
During a family BBQ when I was about 10, one of the most offending neighbors approached my uncle’s (White) wife at our backyard fence and asked her one simple question:
“You married one of those?“
I don’t remember my aunt’s response but I clearly remember the look of disgust that clouded the neighbor’s face. My aunt had drunk the Black Kool-Aid and was in need of some deep deprogramming, right?
Funny enough, I heard that the neighbor’s husband sold his business, jacked the mortgage on their house, dumped her for an English-speaking darker-hued woman and moved to Florida with new lady – leaving her high and dry with no choice but to sell the house and move into a tiny apartment on the other side of town…
Sorry but I had a big ol’ laugh when I heard that gossip. Petty, petty me…
On the issue of interracial couplings, here is another interesting “What Would You Do?” video for you.
Quite amazing to see that most women in this salon only cared about two things:
(1) if her man made her happy and
(2) if he was treating her well.
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