Black while navigating white-space
Invited to the cookout? I don’t think so.
When I was in my early twenties, I always give props to those white guys who sought after black women. Young and ignorant, I always said, “Being with a woman makes you a man, but being with a black woman makes you a Superman!”
The magic behind the white friend who dates black women is the level of extra commonality (which I now know as counterfeit), that isn’t present in the common white man. You see, being black in America we always have to code-switch and be mindful that your world as a white person isn’t our world at all. It’s very much like we are pretending to be white in a white world, while knowing good and well that we are not. And in socializing in whiteface we tend to take care of the needs — automatically…
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