Comments on: Sometimes It Matters if You’re Black or White

By: tbonegrl

tbonegrl — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:19:50 +0000

What a wonderfully written, powerful post. Thanks for sharing. Found you through blogher, and I’ll definitely be back.

By: Ginger

Ginger — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 04:12:21 +0000

This post struck a chord with me because my mother did not speak to her own sister for thirty years because my aunt married and had children with a black man. I never met my aunt, although my mother and she did reconcile just a couple years before my aunt died. It took the next 5-10 years for me to meet my cousins, who are delightful, and who are big hearted enough to actually forgive my mom. I know that it started with my father, who died the year I was born, and even with him gone my mother didn’t have the courage to set aside his (and her) prejudices. I am sorry and ashamed to have these roots, where my mother and my stepfather, a minister, were sources of real prejudice I ever witnessed. I hope the life I offer my kids will never be so narrow-minded. You are right, sometimes it does matter if you are black or white, but hopefully that is changing for the better, and I truly hope your children find their path more smooth than the kids of my mother’s generation. I like your blog!

By: Carole (TruCarMa)

Carole (TruCarMa) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:41:14 +0000

Wow. What a powerful, sad, and at the same time uplifting story you tell. I bet I would recognize so many of the posters from your room; one of my best friends was an MJ fanatic (her favorite was the one where he was dressed in white & yellow — a bow tie, maybe? — and she would kiss it every night before she went to sleep), and her parents were not happy about it, at all. She, too, ended up seriously dating an African American guy at one point and her parents flipped out. I moved away, and we lost touch, so I don’t know how that story ends, but I hope your’s and Ismael’s is long and has a happy ending, despite others’ prejudices. Thanks so much for sharing.