It was a brisk spring evening and after class, a buddy and I were hanging out at a local bar. Usually when he and I talk, things inevitably come to some sort of race discussion. And no, I’m not the one bringing it up (usually). And yes, he’s white. He’s also the kind of white guy that’s aware of the social boundaries but does want to push them, at times just for the sake of argument. He’s also second generation immigrant on one side of his family so he offers a unique perspective on cultural issues. He’s never offended me even though we’ve had some very good back-and-forth on contentious issues (such as his claim that African-Americans is not the right name for the current group of slave descendants – claiming simply American would be more accurate because the connection to Africa was, unfortunately, severed. I responded that ancestry is enough – Korean-Americans trace their ancestry back to Korea, Filipino-Americans to the Philippines, etc. Due to the severed connection, African-Americans might not be able to claim a certain country – hence Kenyan-American designating someone born in Kenya, not in America – but both on good faith because of the severed connection and ancestry, the title still fits. We went back and forth about this for awhile). This particular repartee was no different, as he took a swig of his beer and asked me, “Why can’t white people say the N word? Continue reading
I’ve been recently doing work on the post-racial concept and my healthy skepticism about race in America kicked in (like it always does). I can’t seem to shake a fear. It festers in my soul, noticeably so as to gently remind me of its existence and simultaneously not irritating me. I fear that no matter what I do, no matter what good I may ultimately bring this world…I’ll be viewed as a nigger and nothing more.
It makes me uncomfortable to have this feeling, and I often wonder if it’s an irrational fear. I suppose that’s redundant, given that fears are generally irrational, but of the normal fears one could have, this one might well seem a bit crazy. I mean people can get fears of heights because the view is overwhelming and so is the fall. Folks are scared of water because it can kill them even if you know what you’re doing. I’m scared of a certain animal because it can sneak up out of nowhere and some can kill you. Those fears are generally rational, and based upon a belief that doom will befall them if they encounter whatever it is they fear. But a fear that I’ll be viewed as a nigger? That doesn’t involve causing physical harm to me, right? It seems out of left field. Just who is it that’s going to view me as a nigger?
Perhaps that’s the irrational aspect of this fear. I don’t have a specific person in mind. I think that one day, when I go to a philosophy conference and present, there will be some folks in the audience who think to themselves, “There goes that nigger.” Maybe it’s an unfair belief to have, hence why it’s an irrational fear. But I cannot shake this fear for the life of me. I fear that even those white people I know view me as a nigger. It’s crazy reading this as I write it, but this is a thought that I have. I’ve got no way to verify if they do or don’t, and I have to tell myself that I have no reason to have this fear. But the fear remains, popping up from time to time. I don’t understand what precipitated this fear. If I were to be Freudian about this, I should look at my childhood. And an event that sticks out to me is the first time I heard a nigger joke. Perhaps this was my experience that created this fear.
When I was in sixth grade, I was a popular boy in school. I was the President of the School Store, was a mentor to some younger students, and all of the teachers loved me. My peers were fond of me as well, and I had many friends, some of whom I keep in touch with still. But I had one friend in particular who had been my buddy for a lot of my time in grade school. I won’t use his real name, so let’s name him Billy. Billy was a white guy and he was a little weird, but he was my friend. We hung out a lot in the school, and we’d hang out on the weekends sometimes. He was a very good friend.
I don’t remember the date exactly, but I do remember there was a soccer game going on. I was hanging out with some friends of mine, chatting about whatever it is sixth graders chat about. Someone, I don’t remember who, ran over to me and got my attention. The person said, “Billy is telling racist jokes!” I was hurt. My good friend Billy? I knew that racists exist, and that there were some white people not to be trusted, but Billy couldn’t have been one of them. I didn’t believe the person, and said, “Alright, if he’s telling these jokes, I’ll go catch him in the act.” I didn’t believe the person, but that’s a pretty serious allegation. I needed to check to see if Billy’s name was being slandered, because that’d be a problem. We walked over near where he and some other white guys were standing. I took a wider angle and hid next to the bleachers, just within earshot but clearly out of sight. I heard the group giggle, and then I heard Billy speak.
“Hahaha, you want to know the difference between a bucket of shit and a nigger? The bucket. Hahahahahaha!”
I was crushed. His laughter infuriated me. I jumped out from my hiding spot and surprised him and everyone else. Billy looked embarrassed; he knew he’d been caught and that I had every right to be as pissed at him as I was. He stammered a little bit, as I took strides towards him quickly. I don’t remember what he said, and quite frankly I didn’t care what he was saying. My friend betrayed me in such a terrible way. I don’t remember what I was saying to him as I walked up to him. It probably involved a few profanities and anger and disbelief. I marched right up to him and got right in his face. He looked scared. Somewhat defiant, but still scared. He didn’t know what I was going to do, but I have a feeling he knew he deserved it.
I decked him. Gave him a right hand right to his jaw and it knocked him down. I walked away after that. The matter was settled then. No matter what harm my hand gave him, he wasn’t going to tell. They’d ask me what happened, and I’d tell the joke I heard him say. And those teachers loved me – they knew I wouldn’t make that up. The kids knew this also. I never spoke to Billy again after that.
Perhaps this event is what precipitated my fear. That even a person who appeared to have a genuine interest in me as a person will still think of me as a nigger. It makes the fight against being called a nigger seem so futile. All of the work to say, “Hey! You have no right to call me a nigger not only because it’s rude but it’s also an inaccurate description of me,” it seems so worthless. Because there will still be so many people who still look at me like I’m a nigger. I’m a PhD nigger. I’m a well-spoken nigger. I’m a creative nigger. The list goes on and on.
I can always tell myself that this is an irrational fear. Remind myself that those people who do view me as a nigger no matter what (this is all based, I suppose, on the assumption that one can change the minds of those who do view all Black people as niggers) don’t mind to begin with.
But I can’t shake this fear.
The other day, I posted an ignant rant of sorts regarding the good Dr. Laura and her (former) radio show. Having given it a few days to set in, to the intelligent side of the court we go, and there are two specific issues I would like to highlight in her statements beyond the use of the word, “nigger.” She’s made some sweeping generalizations about Black people and the use of the word “nigger,” and also about the current state of racism in the United States now that there’s a Black man as the President. Both of these views are problematic for the intellectual side of me (clearly, not so much for the ignant side). As to the first (and possibly more pressing) issue, there’s a slippery slope that continually gets presented with her depiction of the “common” use of the word “nigger.”
At first, “nigger” is all over HBO and used by Black comedians, according to her. Then she says that Black guys say it all the time. This is concerning because both of these generalizations end up going from a smaller, more restricted group to a larger, more expansive group. So from HBO and Black comedians (and to be sure, both of those are reaches in their own right) to now all Black guys saying it is a pretty large leap – in the grand scheme of Black people, the percentage of Black comedians relative to the Black population is minuscule. But what worries me is just how quickly and how unverifiable these claims are. To go back to Aristotelian logic, we’ve got claims like “All B’s are N’s,” “Some B’s are N’s,” and “No B’s are N’s.” Substitute “are” with “say” and I think the logic still holds (“All Blacks say nigger, some Blacks say nigger, no Blacks say nigger”).
As a quick aside, I think it’s interesting to note that Dr. Laura, in her own words, “articulated the ‘n’ word all the way out.” This may or may not be something to work on later on, but “nigger” is a pretty particular word in the history of the English language – and I don’t really hear full articulations unless it is meant to be an insult (albeit for comedic purposes at times). This would probably be a precursor to the nigger/nigga distinction, but that’s for another time.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand – Dr. Laura’s slippery slope. To go from a smaller group who use “nigger” to a larger group that apparently all use “nigger” without any sort of qualifiers like “some,” “a section of,” (I would even take a “there are many”) takes us down the slippery slope of saying that all Blacks say “nigger.” Not to set up a strawman, but this type of slope could implicate an entire group of people or indict a culture due to the negative history of the word (that, ironically enough, these people didn’t create). I’m not a fan, Dr. Laura. These types of broad, sweeping generalizations have got to be avoided, even in an open discussion of the use of the word, “nigger.” Quite frankly, these types of generalizations, while possibly unavoidable out of some sort of Humean habit, are dangerous when unchecked because they lead to multiple stereotypes about groups of people, and nobody likes being stereotyped.
Another question that comes up for me is: Why do some white people WANT to say “nigger” so badly?
A quick story: I was talking to a white guy I met in a bar one night about being a young man in Memphis and how he views the city. Somehow, we got to talking about race relations and segregation and things of that sort. At some point, the “n” word came up and he asked on a few occasions if he could use it in front of me. I said that it’s his choice to say the “n” word and that it’s my choice to kick his ass if he did. He laughed…but he damn sure didn’t say it.
Another quick story: I was talking to this white woman at a bar in St. Louis. I’d told her I was a philosopher (great pickup line when used appropriately) and she was excited because she didn’t have deep conversation ever and was craving it (see, great pickup line). We were talking and she was saying how she was tired of all of the racial angst and that she just wanted this stuff to be done with. She was really exasperated and said, “And I’m sick of all of these white guys saying “nigger.” She was making a general example of how the word was being used, so I didn’t mind it. It wasn’t “nigger” to be able to say it and say it in my face to try to rub it in my face that you can call me nigger; it wasn’t malicious, it was historical. I can live with that, like reading it in a book. Though in hindsight, she didn’t need to say nigger – the “n word” would have sufficed.
All of that is to say, I still don’t get why white people want to say “nigger” so badly. I have my theories though, and that’s perhaps to come in a later blog post….?
The second problem I have with her from my intellectual side is her idea that even with a Black president that there are Blacks trying to demonize white people still. Here are a couple of quotes:
CALLER: — since Obama’s been in office —
SCHLESSINGER: — the point I’m trying to make —
CALLER: — racism has come to another level that’s unacceptable.
SCHLESSINGER: Yeah. We’ve got a black man as president, and we have more complaining about racism than ever. I mean, I think that’s hilarious.
And on “demonizing”…
SCHLESSINGER: I really thought that once we had a black president, the attempt to demonize whites hating blacks would stop, but it seems to have grown, and I don’t get it.
Both of these statements make me laugh. I think she may have fallen into False Claim #1 with the Obamamania – him being the President doesn’t end racism. Like there’s a Black president and then racism *poofs* and disappears. That’s ridiculous. A Black president doesn’t mean all Black people have equal clout as whites and are respected as their equals – there are people who really think Obama was not born on American soil, for God’s sake. I agree with what the caller said, that there are some white people who are very nervous about a Black person in power and that these nerves are showing right now (think about the recent serial killer in Michigan). Vitriol towards Blacks has been steadily rising with the rise of Obama, in my estimation, though it hasn’t been directed towards all Blacks. It’s been directed towards Obama, and as a Black president, I believe that Black people take up for him (as well we should, in some regards. In our minds, he needs support because he’s the first Black person to pull this off – he needs some backup). Nevertheless, since Obama’s election, I’ve been worried about this particular claim gaining weight – that we are now beyond race and therefore;
1) We shouldn’t have such sensitivities to the past – it’s the past, duh! The racism of the 20th Century is over in the 21st Century!
2) Because the racism is gone, we should all stop making white people feel bad about the past because we are all a part of a brand new future!
Of course this is kind of hyperbolic, but I think it’s a reasonable (albeit, thin) explanation of two implications of the post-racial era. Being “beyond race” in and of itself isn’t very problematic for me, but the implications of the post-racial era do scare me sometimes – and this is one of those times. I’ve touched on this subject briefly on a number of occasions, and won’t continue to do so now.
I won’t belabor the points any further – Dr. Laura’s infamous rant has produced a couple of problematic views that she (and I imagine many others) hold regarding Black people in the U.S. in the current cultural climate. Thoughts?
If ever there was a post that might get me into hot water, it’s this one. I’ve done a Twitter rant that I posted on here before regarding the influx of music talking about getting women pregnant, but this one came the other day when Raekwon’s “House of Flying Daggers” came on my shuffle. Maybe I was already in a slightly militaristic mindset coming into it, but for some reason that song put me in a mode. And I used Twitter as the release. I’m already expecting that I won’t get a job thanks to this blog, my Facebook (which doesn’t have anything all that bad on there but I anticipate anyway), and more than likely my Twitter. The joys of the amalgamation of social networking sites and a desire to put things to paper. Anyhow, I’ll let my tweets do most of the talking but I’ll also wrap it up afterwards with some thoughts about my stance. And no, this isn’t meant to offend. It’s just a stance I’ve had for a long time that doesn’t implicate any individual person. And (I’ll go into more detail later), I recognize that the stance is prime for a slippery slope. But let’s see what can be made of it. Enjoy the Twitter rant.
Theres some music that pops up on my shuffle that lends itself to bein blasted as I go on a crusade against white people. #yeahisaidit.
I’d be lying if I said I havent been an angry young black man for nearly 8 years probably. I’ve channeled it to other things but fact…
is that my stance on white people has been – I dont like em. I dont like the group. I dont like the power thats come, the commodification…
of Blacks thats come by way of them. With that said, I dont hold it against white persons. I like many white persons. Dont like the group…
but I like some members of the group. Like not liking Republicans but liking some Republicans. Or Democrats. But thats my stance…
Admittedly its been shifted after 4 years of all Black. But I had this stance in HS surrounded by white people. Many wield their whiteness..
Like a child with a loaded gun. I choose to carry my Blackness like theres someone trespassing-I might shoot first but I’ll be safe.
I know I got white followers. They might opt to unfollow cuz my stance appears militaristic. We aint post-racial. We aint brownin the US…
and I maintain that white people (the group) just aint been that great for Black folk. But many white persons have been. Anger expressed.
So that was the first half. This has more or less been my stance regarding white people I meet. I’m not going think you’re racist, I’m not going to think ill of you, I’m not going to mistreat you – you’re a person, same as I. But I’m not forgetting the historical context in which we live. I’m not going to forget the historical context in which the race relations in this country (and elsewhere) have setup serious class disparities that oddly enough, run the color lines pretty well (gee, irony?). I’m not going to forget that to this very damn day, there are white people out here who want to “save the Black people.” And the closest analogy I could come up with is not liking Republican party ideology but liking some Republicans, for whatever reason it may be. I recognize it’s a potential slippery slope, where you have “white people who are cool/not like those other white people” and “those other white people.” Look, I’m not going to make a value judgment on you. Those white folks who want to “save the Black people,” (a great thread here is that “if I can teach them to think like me, they’ll be fine! Little do they realize it’s that same Eurocentric imperialist mentality that help create the system we’re in now!) generally do have good intentions, seeing (at least on the surface) that there’s a problem here. And that’s the best method they might know to try to rectify the problem. So no, I’m not saying that all white people are bad, or that all white people are the devil – just that the group itself has profited, and continues to profit from Black and Brown peoples across the globe, exploit Blacks in the US, and are the beneficiaries of the commodification, dehumanization, and institutionalization of the inferiority of non-whites. And I don’t think I should have to abandon that.
Some might say, “We’re in a post racial society!” Hell no we aren’t in any damn post-racial society. What does post-racial mean? Absolve the oppressors for the centuries of oppression? Forget about the creation of race now that it’s possibly advantageous to remove it now? I’m sorry, that won’t work. And for those who believe in “The Browning of America,” I firmly believe you’ve cast your ballot in the wrong box. Discrimination finds a way. If they could find a color chart to determine what percentage Black you were (octaroon, anybody?), then I’m pretty certain that shades of brown won’t be hard to get over. India had a caste system too, remember. But my biggest fear here is that the whole “beyond race” concept will get over. That people will buy into it, which might end up meaning that everybody’s white. Let’s be honest – I don’t know of many white people who would want to be black. If there was a choice, I bet you hear a lot of, “I’ll be Oprah/Obama/LeBron/Michael Jordan/Denzel.” But the average Black person? Nah, I don’t see many white people salivating for that option. And I can’t say I’d blame them. So if we go post-racial, does this mean that everybody ends up being white? Sorry, but “white” has dominated the cultural landscape already and it’s nearly institutionalized, this would effectively institute the “white paradigm” as another feature of progress – except this time, it’s racial progress. Doesn’t add up to me.
So here’s part 2 of the Twitter rant, which features a cameo from @AdamMSays:
Damn I think my little rant might have scared the white people. I better start coonin to get em back! *Sambos off*
I guess it was bound to happen though. I said I’m an angry black man. I stand by it. I got mad at society long ago, got mad at capitalism…
And am thoroughly dissatisfied with this world. Shits disgusting everywhere. And I’m powerless. The recognition of powerlessness will make..
anybody angry. Powerlessness should piss you off. Thats why I’m a Marxist. The power structure is unbalanced and institutionalized.
But we take small victories like theyre big ones. If a foot’s been on your neck for 4 years, an inch of room is a big win for you. But not…
a big loss for the person who got their foot on your neck. I’m tired of bein happy with the damn inch. I want REAL FUCKING ACTION.
You know what, I’m done. I’m already blackballed cuz of my social/political affiliation, now I’m gon be called militaristic/separatist…
but you know what, I’m no Garvey – I’m much closer to A. Philip Randolph anyway. No need to separate-its already been institutionalized.
I’m going to stop here. I’m sure I’ve filled a few timelines and they go “oh its just Torrey the angry guy” but the real shit? I’m right.
And I know I’m right. Might need tweaking. And yall can pass me off as the angry nigga or whatever you want. But I got no reason to lie.
@AdamMSays – like the FSA that reduced the crack to cocaine ratio from 100-to-1 to 18-to1..they say it’s a victory, but there is still a discrepancy. They still put thousands of black and brown people in jail where they can legally enslave them (via the 13th amendment.)
@mrphilosopher3 – exactly. Those in power masquerade like its a win. And the powerless take their word for it. Everybody celebrates while the norm continues and those who were gettin fucked in the ass continue to be fucked in their ass. Might be graphic but its true.
@AdamMSays – True that bruh. Sometimes you have to be graphic to be real and stress the importance.
So in the second part of this rant, it’s clear I’m displaying dissatisfaction with the present conditions and the response to those conditions. If my last post didn’t display my dislike of apathy, then this finish to the rant probably did. We’re so damn snowed that we think something has happened to the oppressor when the oppressor decides to remove his foot from our necks a tiny bit. We rejoice it as a major victory – relax, it’s one small battle. There should be a push for more. Enjoy that the battle was won, but until you’re standing up and the oppressor cannot keep you down, there’s still more work to be done.
But the major thing that strikes me after putting it down a second time and looking is that powerlessness is a central theme. And more must be explored about it. There’s a feeling that we have power – but we don’t. It merely appears that we have power. That’s the nature of an oppressor/oppressed, master/slave, and in many ways white/Black relationship (and here I’m not referring to interracial dating). The oppressed look for ways to exhort their autonomy and assert some power, while the oppressor doesn’t have to look – he just has to continue doing what he’s been doing. So in my mind, the feeling of being empowered is a farce if that feeling comes as a result of your relationship to your oppressor. Empowerment doesn’t feel like true empowerment when those who took your power originally are no bestowing it upon you (or so you feel). If it can happen once, it can happen twice, which means that anything (person, entity, business, institution, system, government) that takes power and then later on restores it back to you knows more about the situation than we do. That power might have been tweaked. The oppressor might have enough power that what power he gave back pales in comparison to the current level of power he has. But always ask, what reason does an oppressor have to give power back to those he’s oppressed? Some sort of humanistic charge? If you’re on top, why would you lower your bar or make it easier for someone else to unseat you? I’m sorry, but I’ve got a distrust there.
I know I’ve kind of gone all over the place with this, but this should also show us that race, race theory, and race relations are not simple things to figure out. They aren’t things we should take lightly. They are definitely more than just theory. I personally will declare, that if I hang out with you, deal with you, care about you, whatever – it’s at a personal level. There will be commonalities that may or may not include race (a very good friend of mine is a Black male but race and race issues never really was our sticking point. We had similar humor and enjoyed playing Mario Kart 64). I suppose my stance is a little startling, especially considering how taboo it is to say you don’t like a certain group. It’s the oppressor/oppressed relation, and I’m in the shoes of the oppressed. I want that relation to disappear, but not at some costs that some of us appear willing to give up. Thoughts and criticisms are welcome here, and I’m always happy to explain my stance in more detail (and tweak it).
I’m going to tackle an issue that never will die, interracial dating and whether or not people should. I’ll be specifically tackling the issue from the African-American perspective, with whites dating blacks. I damn sure don’t want to try to do global interracial dating, and definitely not from a perspective I’m not familiar with (white, Hispanic, Asian, etc.) so let’s see if I can narrow down some issues in the African-American community that always seem to bring up problems for interracial dating.
Firstly, there’s two types of interracial dating – black man/white woman (BM/WW) and white man/black woman (WM/BW). Both are met with resistance, and I’ll briefly describe the resistances that are common for both. If a BM/WW relationship is going on: black women feel slighted and some outright disrespected; many black women also think the black man is just going for something easy because white women are easier to deal with than black women and only a real black man can handle the black woman; he’s a sellout and not in tune with his people; he’s only with her because she’s “exotic” (AKA non-black); and black families, mothers especially, get worried because their son might get “Genarlowed” and end up in prison due to false allegations.
For WM/BW relationships: the black woman just couldn’t handle a black man so she ran to a white guy; the white guy isn’t man enough to handle a black women; she’s a sellout and not in tune with her people; she doesn’t care about keeping the black family together; she’s weird/stupid; she must come from money…
On both sides I could do a laundry list of stereotypes attributed to Black people who opt to date white people. When I originally started this post I was going to do something about the debate, but let me get a few things off of my chest first. 1) I’ve never dated a white woman (or non-Black woman). This could be for a bunch of reasons, but it’s never been because I have an overwhelming desire NOT to – it’s just never happened like that. So if I end up being pro-interracial dating (which in most instances I am, and I’ll explain what I mean by that later), there’s nothing directly that I gain by being at the very least neutral towards interracial dating. 2) The major impetus for this is a very hypocritical position a friend of mine took towards interracial dating. She, a Black woman, will be absolutely furious if a black man dates a white woman. She sees a clear moral duty, but can’t articulate why (and subsequently refuses to talk to me about this situation, holding close to her dogma and not critically engaging her moral impetus). On the other hand, she has absolutely no problem with Black women dating white men – herself having dated a couple and been in serious relationships with them. I’m not going to make her argument for her (last I remember it’s pretty shitty), but it did prompt me then to do a small examination on this issue. Then I read Mills’ essay, “Do Black Men Have A Moral Duty To Marry Black Women,” and after reading and evaluating the arguments given (which he gives a very good account of the 6 arguments given and where their strengths and weaknesses are), I can’t say that there’s a moral duty on that end. Instead, I’d like to make the point that in the search for love, it might not be the best move to limit yourself.
Listen, I’m a fan of people finding real love. I haven’t found it, but I’ve seen people who find it and they appear legitimately happy. I’m a fan of that. I’m a fan of Black love also, but really insofar as it’s a subset of love. The fact is that it’s hard enough to find love. Half the people you date will be crazy, at least one will be gay, another 25% will be good but not quite good enough…it’s an uphill battle. To me, it makes the most sense to try to cast your net far and wide and hope that a good fish comes up.
But I’d be naive to even posit anything without recognizing the many social issues surrounding miscegenation. There’s still a litany of racists out here, bigots and racially prejudiced people. There are plenty of communities that don’t like to see mixing up going on; I remember a recent report on a couple in perhaps Mississippi who weren’t allowed to get married because they were of different races. The stuff is real – the problems are out there. And truthfully, I can’t get mad at someone who chooses to date within his/her race because s/he wants to avoid the social problems. I can only hope those people find love, but if they don’t and settle for something less than love it might come back as a bad decision. Or perhaps a decision they can live with. The people I do get mad at (beware, I might rant here), are the people who have fetishized the other race to the point that they only date outside their race because of the fetishism attached.
This, to me, is a problem. I understand choosing different people and that those different people might be of different races, but honing in on one race that’s specifically not yours appears to really be a problem. To me, it fetishizes the members of that race. And my gut instinct tells me that if you go back up to that above list – you’ll see some of the reasons why that person dates only that race is couched in one of those stereotypes – why would someone go out of their way to ONLY date outside of their race? Granted, if you’re Black but you listen to primarily alternative music, classic and contemporary rock, enjoy the comedy of Eric Schwartz and grew up in a primarily white environment – yeah, you’ll probably be interested in white people for dating, if for no other reason than it might be kind of tough for that specific Black person to find another Black person with similar interests AND a romantic connection. I’m sympathetic to that circumstance, but I really, really hate when people adhere to a stereotype as their primary reason for dating that race.
You might ask, well why doesn’t it apply to Blacks dating each other? Surely, you might inquire, there are stereotypes at play that make Blacks want to date Blacks? You’re very right – but Blacks dating Blacks doesn’t create a problem. It’s the expectation. But, as I think about it (and if you all find any good ones, please post them here), I don’t have any real stereotypes that Blacks use as the rationale for dating Blacks other than, “White people don’t want us,” or “It’s what we’re supposed to do.” There aren’t any stereotypes coming to mind that drive Blacks to Blacks except for maybe the large scale desire to improve the Black family. But I could definitely be missing some.
I’m running out of steam so I’ll wrap it up by saying this – it’s hard enough to find love, so to me there’s no sense in cutting off a section of the populous due to them not having pigmentation. Moreover, I don’t see any good moral arguments that demand Blacks to date Blacks – the pitfalls in each outweigh the prudence in the argument. Again, I’ve never dated a white woman, and truth be told – I see it as something very difficult for me to do following my 4 year inculcation at a HBCU. Admittedly, I miss hanging out with Black people primarily because as a group, there’s just more I can identify with. But, that’s not to say that I’m not open to the possibility of dating a white woman, or a non-Black woman. Fact is, if she and I vibe, I’m going to look into it. And no, I’m not doing anything wrong – I’d like to see someone point out how I would be, honestly. But, as I said, it’s hard to find love. It’s harder to find Black love (in the US chalk it up to many, many different reasons including the numbers game in total). But as long as the intentions of the dater are pure (that is, not a fetishism of the other race for some personal benefit or something), I have no qualms with interracial dating. I’m not going to push my views on you, but I must also say in this conclusion that if you allow for one subset of the race the “freedom” to date interracially, then that same freedom must be extended to the whole of the race. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s an argument defending hypocrisy. Anyways, those are my jumbled up thoughts on interracial dating.