Once upon a time, I don't remember exactly when, there used to be a play touring
"How Do You Love a Black Woman". I never saw it but I remember the radio commercial. It had some deep voiced, soul brother reading a poem titled " How Do You Love a Black Woman". I guess the sisters were supposed to come running in droves to see this play...and maybe they did. But at the time it meant absolutely nothing to me.
I'd better clarify why...because I was a kid.
Now as an adult, going through life and relationships, the question that titles this play keeps coming back to my mind. How DO you love a BLACK WOMAN? Along with How do you LOVE a Black Woman, as a BLACK MAN? Now I know some may say I am over thinking the situation. Some may say I am making this way more complicated than it actually is. I challenge you to look deeper.
Both personal and ideological observations have spawned this question. Let’s start with the ideological. Say we accept the presumption that
Now why don't we have Unity and how do we go about achieving it? Do we throw a march or a rally? Do we write our congressman? Do we boycott a business? Do we move back to
"The seed of a nation is between one man and one woman" - J.K Williams
It all started in prehistoric times: A man and a woman begat a family. The strength of that family is a reflection of the strength of their relationship. Strong families form alliances with other families to form a Tribe. Strong unions between strong Tribes form Nations. A Nation may not just be a political and legal entity; it can be a social and cultural entity that transcends borders.
So what I am saying is: to achieve Black Unity, we must strengthen our families and to strengthen our families we must strengthen our relationships, one man and one woman at a time. But before you strengthen anything you must understand it. This is the primary reason behind my resurfacing of the question that was a title of a stage play: "How do you love a Black Woman"?
Of course this title struck home to me, because I am a man. For women, the question would be "How do you love a Black Man?”. Yes these questions may be posed in a familial sense (Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Sons and Daughters). Yet I would like to address just the romantic, for now.
So who wants to take on this topic with me?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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I think this is one of those never ending discussions that EVERYONE has an opinion on and that there is never a right answer for. I hear people talking about "Love" all the time, even at work...I also think people like to hear what others have to say on the subject. I like that "seed of a nation" quote ;-) very original.
As far as I am concerned, sometimes I think we all make "Love" more complicated than necessary...however, how can you expect black men and women to understand and appreciate the value of a family if they were not brought up to know and respect that value? The issue does go deeper than we may think...
I personally think that it is not a matter of race, and that that is the first misconception about love period. We all tend to form stereo types about what we feel a relationship should be based on a culture that we have observed, and not necessarily based on what we feel, or how it makes us feel. I think that if for once in our lives we stopped worrying about who it was that we loved and focused more on how much, if at all, we loved them, then we wouldn't have to gripe and moan about a relationship that just won't work.
I am the product of biracial parents, and I never heard my parents discuss the difficulty of loving someone based on their race. The love was never tainted. That doesn't mean, however, that the relationship didn't take a toll, and that's because almost everyone else couldn't adapt to what they had accomplished. At what point did the race of the person matter more than the person themselves? I'd rather ask the question "How do I love a man?". That, to me, makes more sense.
But if race can make such an impact, then why isn't anyone beating the age drum? Let's see if we ever see this question posted: "How does an older man love a younger woman, or vice versa?" If you can look past age and allow yourself to try, then that's based on the person, not the stats. So why would it make any difference about black, white, or any of the other multitude of races? The true question is how do we love one another, for who we are, and not what we are?
Veronica
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