They didn’t hate him because they found out we’d been dating for three years when they met him.My parents hated my future husband because his skin was too dark.I was determined not to rock the boat by vowing not to date anyone whose skin color would not be accepted in our family.It took him months to finally convince me to date him.
I told him how we set up our life so that we could have all the pieces in place in order to raise a child or children the way we wanted to and, when that didn't happen, I went with my Plan B.
While you might want to initially dismiss this article as tripe, note that this is a black man writing about how shitty black women are to an multiracial audience, thus further attempt to sully our collective reputation and scare off non-black men.
Once again, the section of the community to has utter hatred and disdain for us is screaming from the rooftops that we are inherently inferior to white women. Black boys in particular, often meet grisly ends in the poorest and Blackest sections of the American landscape; sections where the one common denominator, is the sheer prevelance of Baby Mama-led homes.
Bloomfield of course, is referring to the fact that most kids in Black America are born out of wedlock – exceeding 70% and rising (with the current Black marital rate at around 27%).
She continues:“Is it any wonder Black women resent and hate their sons? Give those exact same boys to white women, who have been taught to a much, much lesser extent that they don’t need no man, and those boys become accountants and neurosurgeons and teachers and HVAC technicians and entrepreneurs.
My family was the only Asian-American family in our small, rural town in the south.