I from a decent sized town in the south. I'm half black and asian, and I love it. I always thought I had somewhat of an exotic look and embraced both my cultures. Still I am seen as a light skinned black girl with "good" hair and face almost as much racism as other blacks in my school. It wasn't like an everyday occurence, but I would say atleast 3 times a month something would happen. There was interracial dating, but mostly black guys and white girls, or white guys, and asian girls.
And on April 16th of 2006 I made the biggest mistake of my life, I feel the blonde hair, blue eyed, captin of the basketball team. We had this steamy thing sneaking around hiding it from everyone. I felt like Romeo and Juliet, and knew that other's would never "understand our love", but eventually it got old. My heart wouldn't let me be happy with getting felt up in the janitor's closet, or meeting him at the lake behind my house. He told me to wait just a little bit longer and it would be worth it. So I did.
Then a few months before our senior prom we we're making out in his living room when his parents walked in. Most parents would freak out a little, but have enough decency to wait until the child that wasn't theirs left, but his dad totally flipped out. He grabbed his son by his ear and dragged him by the ear down the hall. His mother just stood there and smiled nervously. As I gathered, my things to leave I could here the deacon's whole rant.
The man who I had looked up to all these years as a great leader of the church, the guy who would make some great bbq for the county fair, the guy who coached my third grade basketball team, who I considered a real good friend, was on the verge of killing his son for making out with me. "Do you know what they'll call you?" he yelled. He told his son he rather him be gay than date a black girl. He also said it was okay to be friends and nothing more. I walked out the house and down the steps hoping that my "Romeo" would grab me from behind and tell me he loved me, all of me, my black side, my asian side, my girly side, happy side , my mean side. But he didn't . He didn't even talk to me the next day or the week after.
Oddly enough we spoke at our weekly meeting of Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting, He apologized for his father and then retracted his invitation to the senior prom in fear of upsetting his father. The same man wrote me college recommendation letters.
So I gave him the finger and left at that.
So it's 2 years later and my little sister is considering dating a white guy and I don't know what to tell her. Part of me says follow your heart, and part of me says protect it. Racism still exist. Maybe I need an outsiders perspective.
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