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In other words, they go to bed with an individual who (hopefully) has very specific idea about their life that go beyond whether the revolution will be televised, or not.
I'm a black dude hooked up with a black woman--but I don't sleep with "black people." "Black people" don't pay half of my rent.
But something in me just knew he didn't marry a sister. My body showed no reaction to my inner pinch, but the sting was there, quiet like a mosquito under a summer dress. Did the reality of his relationship somehow diminish his soul's credibility? One could easily dispel the wince as racist or separatist, but that's not how I was brought up. I was taught that every man should be judged by his deeds and not his color, and I firmly stand where my grandmother left me.
Although my guess hit the mark, when my friend told me his wife was indeed Caucasian, I felt my spirit...wince. African people worldwide are known to be welcoming and open-minded.
He is an athlete, loves his momma, and is happily married to a White woman.
I admit when I saw his wedding ring, I privately hoped.
This book shows how to better understand, cope with, and tune out the various social pressures and initiate unembarrassed interracial relationships.
My new friend is handsome, African-American, intelligent and seemingly wealthy.
Relationships are not (anymore, at least) a collectivist act.
There is certainly part of me that feels my partnership with a black woman says something about me. The problem is that no committed person goes to bed with black spouse or a white spouse.