
We’re lucky enough to get in another guest post from friend of the blog – NML who hails from the UK and blogs at: Baggage Reclaim. If you didn’t check out her first guest blog, “Black British and Probably Crazy” you can go here… Enjoy!
I was on the Tube recently when I overheard two black women sniping about a black guy dating a white woman. They were really laying into whoever this ‘friend’ of theirs was calling him an ‘Uncle Tom’ and a ‘coconut’ but both admitted that they wouldn’t mind a ‘piece of that!’. It made me think back to a few months ago when I had the pleasure of seeing Chris Rock live at the Hammersmith Apollo.
I had been very lucky to actually see the amazing Chris because a blog friend of mine, white guy, sold me his two spare tickets to the hottest gig in town. I was so eager to get to my seat that it wasn’t until my friend and I were following him and his son to our seats, that I suddenly noticed that we were being openly stared at.
Four women in particular, were open mouthed that my friend and I were with these two guys. Judging by their facial expressions set to stun, I think it was fairly safe to believe that these women had assumed that these guys were our boyfriends. Considering that they were father and a teenage son, I wonder whether they thought I was a cradle snatcher or sugar daddy lover….
Interracial dating is one of those tenuous issues that despite the passage of time will always leave certain types of people cringing with Other People’s Choice’s, but what I wonder is, why do we care what someone else’s dating preferences are?
I had to think back to The Time Before the Boyf and the Bambino when I was single, dating, and meeting a lot of assclowns. Did I care whether a black guy was dating a white woman? Well…no… Why would I? If that’s how he floats than that’s his thang but I know why black women in particular take it to heart; because when your preference is to end up with a man from your own race and then you put in some other preferences, it can sometimes feel like you’re fishing from a bit of a shallow pool.
Maybe if I’d been single for a few more years and starting to feel edgy about not finding someone, I might have started to pick apart someone else’s dating preferences, but fortunately, I didn’t make it that far.
But is it just a female thing?
One Saturday night a few years ago, in the upstairs of The Fridge Bar in Brixton, I was approached by a guy who proceeded to attempt to send me to sleep by telling me about his investment portfolio. Just as I thought my eyes would start bleeding from boredom, he kissed his teeth loudly, and scowled at two black guys and two white women entering the bar.
“I f*cking hate white people!” he hissed into my ear angrily. I was so shocked, I snorted my drink up my nose and convinced myself I’d misheard him.
“Er, pardon?” I squeaked, wiping my nose frantically and looking around hastily for my friend.
“F*cking dutty white gyals think they own all us black guys. They think they have us man!” and I looked over at the two guys and from where I was standing, it looked to me like they were two guys that wanted to be had. They certainly didn’t look like they were under duress or a spell. If anything, the women did!
I was soooo uncomfortable, not just with what he said, but the disproportionate level of anger and aggression being displayed by this man who I had ‘known’ for all of about ten minutes. Whatever happened to trying to impress a woman? Did he think I was going to join The Mutual Hatred of White People Society?
Now this guy seemed to be scared of being trapped under the spell of “dutty white gyals”, but on the whole I find that black men don’t really seem to care who black women are dating. To be fair, it’s probably because they perceive themselves to have far more choice!
I think we care about Other People’s Choices when we perceive them to be reflective of something that is missing out of our own lives. Hence, if you’re happy, whether you’re alone, or with the black man of your dreams, you probably don’t give a monkey’s about whether a black guy you may or may not know is dating a white woman.
But if you’re not too happy or you really, really, really, really, really, only want to be with a black guy but you’re not having too much success and you have annoying family members wondering when they’re going to get a grandchild, you might perceive that black guy who you know that’s loved up with a white woman as a bit of a traitor, as it seems like you’re being ‘robbed’ of another opportunity.
But should we care so much? We can’t force someone to take an interest in us and we can’t enforce our idea of who we think they should be with on them, so this appears to be a futile expense of energy. I would say 90% of the time when I’ve seen a black man with a white woman, I wouldn’t have been interested in the guy anyway so they weren’t ‘robbing’ me of any opportunities.
But maybe, just maybe, when people care too much, is it because of another loss of ‘hope’?
BMWK do you think this is true? Why do some people care so much? Loss of hope, just plain hating? let us know what you think…
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