So yesterday morning I am wandering around the house, doing my morning "get ready for the day" routine and Montel is watching me run around doing my thing. Suddenly something catches my ear:
"I'd like to introduce you to a black woman who says she isn't black."
This stopped me in my tracks and I ran back to the den to see this story. It seems this woman, who is a very beautiful black woman, says she doesn't want to be the "typical fat, big butted, loud black woman." Ok, I can understand that, but why say you aren't black when you quite visibly are? DAMN! Some "black people" really piss me off.
OK, let me state this right now:
My name is Osiris. I am married to a white woman. I am multi-heritaged. I am fat, black and PROUD OF IT!
So after reading many an irritating thread on something doing with race, multi-cultural children, and seeing a functional idiot on national television proclaim her dilusional racial heritage, I'm irritated. No, I'm downright pissed. People tend to have racial pride and there is nothing wrong with that. Be proud of who you are by all means, but don't do it by demeaning another race.
The biggest problem with race relations is people "priding up" by downing another. The Aryan Nation "prides up" by pointing out that black people are inferior. The organized Nation of Islam "prides up" by saying the white man is the devil. This is wrong, wrong, WRONG! A very wise friend on the forum, DC_Deep, was relating to me about another wise member of this forum who is also black. This member had this to say about his ethnicity:
"I only remember I am black when someone points it out to me."
Now I can hear several of you saying "what the hell is that?" What that means is he is aware he is black, but it isn't something he needs to deal with 24-7 until someone makes it an issue. He is right. I am thoroughly capable of looking in the mirror and seeing I am black, I definitely don't need someone to remind me. Yes, remind me I am leaving my sunglasses on the table when I leave, remind me the headlights are on when I am getting out of the car, but you really don't need to remind me I am black, I know and I won't forget it at home on the coffee table. So why am I so pissed? Because I sit here and look at my little angel. My miracle that wasn't supposed to be able to happen. My 1 year old daughter. For those of you that have not been graced with the pleasure of seeing a picture of naughty, my daughter is the same complexion as her. Their complexion is like a creamy latte. Fair yet with a beautiful hint of brown that gives it character. I look at my girl and I look at the woman on Montel and ask myself, "Will that be my baby in 20 years?' I can answer that. NO!
My girl will proudly say she is white AND black. She will know where her heritage comes from. She will be able to quote chapter and verse the rich history she inherits from both sides of her family. She will be a hallmark of the growing multi-racial world. It is my hope and dream that all children of heritage like my daughter will know the power they hold to affect change in how we see race and culture. That they will be the true hallmark of dream the late Dr. Martin and Coretta Scott King set out to bring to the world. It is my hope that her credo will be this:
Black is beautiful, white is beautiful, humanity is beautiful. Life is the most beautiful of all.
I step down from my soapbox now. Sorry to rant. Happy Thanksgiving all.
"I'd like to introduce you to a black woman who says she isn't black."
This stopped me in my tracks and I ran back to the den to see this story. It seems this woman, who is a very beautiful black woman, says she doesn't want to be the "typical fat, big butted, loud black woman." Ok, I can understand that, but why say you aren't black when you quite visibly are? DAMN! Some "black people" really piss me off.
OK, let me state this right now:
My name is Osiris. I am married to a white woman. I am multi-heritaged. I am fat, black and PROUD OF IT!
So after reading many an irritating thread on something doing with race, multi-cultural children, and seeing a functional idiot on national television proclaim her dilusional racial heritage, I'm irritated. No, I'm downright pissed. People tend to have racial pride and there is nothing wrong with that. Be proud of who you are by all means, but don't do it by demeaning another race.
The biggest problem with race relations is people "priding up" by downing another. The Aryan Nation "prides up" by pointing out that black people are inferior. The organized Nation of Islam "prides up" by saying the white man is the devil. This is wrong, wrong, WRONG! A very wise friend on the forum, DC_Deep, was relating to me about another wise member of this forum who is also black. This member had this to say about his ethnicity:
"I only remember I am black when someone points it out to me."
Now I can hear several of you saying "what the hell is that?" What that means is he is aware he is black, but it isn't something he needs to deal with 24-7 until someone makes it an issue. He is right. I am thoroughly capable of looking in the mirror and seeing I am black, I definitely don't need someone to remind me. Yes, remind me I am leaving my sunglasses on the table when I leave, remind me the headlights are on when I am getting out of the car, but you really don't need to remind me I am black, I know and I won't forget it at home on the coffee table. So why am I so pissed? Because I sit here and look at my little angel. My miracle that wasn't supposed to be able to happen. My 1 year old daughter. For those of you that have not been graced with the pleasure of seeing a picture of naughty, my daughter is the same complexion as her. Their complexion is like a creamy latte. Fair yet with a beautiful hint of brown that gives it character. I look at my girl and I look at the woman on Montel and ask myself, "Will that be my baby in 20 years?' I can answer that. NO!
My girl will proudly say she is white AND black. She will know where her heritage comes from. She will be able to quote chapter and verse the rich history she inherits from both sides of her family. She will be a hallmark of the growing multi-racial world. It is my hope and dream that all children of heritage like my daughter will know the power they hold to affect change in how we see race and culture. That they will be the true hallmark of dream the late Dr. Martin and Coretta Scott King set out to bring to the world. It is my hope that her credo will be this:
Black is beautiful, white is beautiful, humanity is beautiful. Life is the most beautiful of all.
I step down from my soapbox now. Sorry to rant. Happy Thanksgiving all.