I was just sitting here in my office pondering how for so long people have been stripping me of my blackness. Since when does having different tastes transform you into a different race? “You’re an oreo, black on the outside and white on the inside.” WTF!! When I think about the things that I’m fond of I don’t think of it as black or white. Who CARES?!! Yeah, I’m a black chick and so what if I listen to Bon Jovi, Maroon 5 and U2!!! I like it!! That doesn’t mean I don’t still like to hip hop. So what if I like to wear my flip flops with everything!!!! SO!!! So what if when I talk, it makes sense and I pronounce all of the syllables? That’s how you’re supposed to speak!!! And Hell Yeah I like Sushi!! But that don’t make me Chinese!! Since grade school I have been dealing with this foolishness. It boggles my mind how a black person can be stripped of their blackness in the blink of a dry eye, but a white person or any person for that matter would never be race raped like that. This is not a race rant, this is purely an account of my own experiences as a black woman who didn’t struggle, never lived in a inner city, and doesn’t talk ebonics or whatever the hell it is. NEWS FLASH!:ALL BLACK PEOPLE DON’T COME FROM THE HOOD!!!! Sooo that means my blackness is invalid? I don’t get much of this ignorance from white people, but I do from other black people. Just because the struggle isn’t the same between me an others doesn’t make me a sell out or a snob, IT MAKES ME A SELL UP because I’m trying get to higher ground and because I don’t choose to represent the african american race ignorantly!!! Come on people [if it does not apply to you, don't mind] ELEVATE YOUR MIND!!! On the otherhand, if the fact that I want to express myself the way I choose means I can’t be a black chick, than I’d rather be freakin’ orange!!
Peace and Love
Good Girl
goodgirlgonemad
I had to grin reading your article. I love people who break stereotypes. I’m a woman who actually know how to fix a furnace and was offered an $80/hr job because I showed up a male furnace tech in front of his boss. It’s not my fault he didn’t know what he was doing and it was sooo very obvious to me. God made us individually with unique interests, not cookie-cutters with paint-on colors. I am very glad for it and even more so to hear about others like you who are also living it. Thanks for making my morning a little better.
Oh, I forgot to tell you I wear long skirts and a Christian headcovering which isn’t something that’s normally associated with a woman fixing furnaces.