Have you ever glanced at someone else’s resume and felt a tad inadequate? I can only imagine how one must have felt when they came across a resume belonging to Josephine Baker. Activist. Performer. Spy. Josephine Baker is the epitome of a triple threat, yet that phrase seems limiting when used to describe her.
To some, the prospect of a black man dating a white woman leads to a highly valuable commodity. Single-handedly, or should I perhaps say through holding hands, my relationship ends racism. People believe that our relationship is an indicator of living in a post-racial world but that very assumption goes against that very ludicrous statement. If we truly lived in such a world, my race nor his race would matter. Yet it does, significantly. Surprisingly, (sarcasm) to people who are not even a part of it.
#Alllivesmatter writes the privileged white boy triggered by the BLM that floods his timeline. He shakes his head, appalled by the fact that people believe that one race’s life is of higher importance than another. He shakes his head, ignorant of people like, Eric Garner. People like Trayvon Martin. People like Jordan Edwards. Unknowingly, his hashtag – what he believes to be all inclusive – is silencing thousands of voices, and continuing the cycle of hate. The Hate U Give, deeply inspired by Tupac’s”Thug Life,” is a novel that I would purchase in a heartbeat for this man to read.
After watching Get Out, my head was spinning because of all the potential posts that I could write. However, this moment was short-lived. When the credits appeared on screen and the lights began to brighten, I took a quick glance of the theater and realized that my boyfriend and I mirrored the dynamics of Rose and Chris. By dynamics, I do not mean that I am dating him because I want to lure him to my home so that my sadistic and racist family could exploit him – no, I simply mean that he is black and I am white. This should not qualify as a dynamic, but in reality this is an unfortunate “factor”of our relationship. There are moments when I do not think of this, but then there are moments when I am hyper aware.
While waiting for the associate to check the back stock, I began to scan through the shelves and found How To Be Black. As I glossed through the first two pages, I found myself laughing (out loud) for real, not the “I will type lol with a stone cold face” way. This was enough to warrant its purchase.
erhaps Timothy is an alien learning our language and has finally fostered a friendship with Phillip that is worthy enough to refer to Phillip by his full name rather than young boss. The unwarranted emphasis on the pronunciation of “Philip” is probably what reminds you of E.T., yet this is not a relationship involving extraterrestrials. This is a relationship between a black man and a [bratty] white boy.
A while ago I wrote a poem entitled, “Are You Okay?” and shared it with my boyfriend as it was a