Tuesday, April 9, 2013

My Open Letter to "Black and Proud"

Dear Black and Proud,

Girl, bye.

Seriously.  Did you really write this letter to Essence expecting sympathy?  Did you expect fellow black women to jump on your ship and row with you?  I really hope you didn't because honey....sister to sister....you are getting what you deserve.

You aren't getting what you deserve because you are dating a white man, as you said your family and friends would imply. No, No.  I love my black men, yet God/Allah/The Universe bless the white man that lays eyes on my fellow sisters and says "Lawd have mercy."  The rate of white men-black women relationships is at an all time high, so hearing of, thinking of, or speaking of a black woman marrying a white man is becoming kind of a thing.  

You are, to me, getting what you deserve.

You hear that? You are getting what you deserve because you traded integrity for trips.  You traded your standards for Chanel.  Your love for self for a diamond slave chain because truth be told...you're a slave. A well paid, well fed slave, mind you; but a slave none the less.  I'd call you a slave if you said your husband was Black and from Nigeria or Alabama. In the letter, you say you don't want to leave because you don't want to give up the lifestyle you have.  I commend Sister Abiola for her response to you because to ME, the moment you said you'd rather have trips, money or diamonds over the sexual respect and love of your husband, you lost me.  You really did.  I would have written you a personal response that said "get over yourself" then I would have put your letter in File 13.  You have an Ivy League degree; at least that's what you said in your letter. You know what File 13 is.

Then to say you want to have children with this man. Disgusting. Absolutely.

But yo, sister, do you. I dig it. I do. Maybe if I was in the same shoes, I'd feel the same way.  Maybe I'd try to work it out with a husband who has a heart filled with malicious slander about my looks.  Maybe I'd try to work it out with a man who openly degrades my heritage.  Maybe I'd try to work it out with a racist little pigmy of a man because he buys me whatever I want and takes me places. Maybe I would.

But I doubt it.