White Women, and the Black men they love?
Enter Susan Crain Bakos, a middle-aged white columnist for the New York Press, who explains her reasoning for her "love" of black men
Among the gems from this horndog diatribe include:
Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh.
Even in a time when nearly 40 percent of single Americans have dated outside their race, that deliberate seeking of the specific other makes some people, especially black women, damned mad.
They resent our taking their men. Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman than a black woman is to marry a white man. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. But in truth, black sisters, we're after the sex, not the ring—and these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway.
According to one school of thought, white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction.
There is so much stereotype behind that column it's not even funny. I wish I had a dollar for everytime some obviously unattractive white girl thought that brothers would be knocking down her door to knock her cervix back a couple of inches. My student loans would be like Eric B. and Rakim: Paid In Full.
It's obvious Ms. Bakos is in love not with the black man himself, but the Big Black Buck stereotype, the one that says that brothers are good for nothing but dropping our boxers and just using our genital weapons to disperse sexual pleasure to who we see fit, in this case, middle-aged white women.
It's a sinister part of racism that most folks aren't quick to pick up on, and that's the myth that black folk screw like rabbits. Aside from our jobs as NBA and NFL players, singers/rappers, and actors, all we do is bang headboards into walls, IRRESPONSIBLY apparently, and make more illegitimate children.
As much as Ms. Bakos fawns over the sexual abilities and overall aesthetic pleasure a black man provides, she never once mentions the stigma that is attached to interracial couples who truly love eachother, although reading this gives you the impression that's far and few in between.
That is why interracial dating is such an issue: People do it to make a statement, not in the quest for true love. White women just want to know what it's like to get done by a black man, while brothers in turn play into that myth that caucasian members of the opposite sex are better at *ahem* oral pleasures.
Black women, with their slow aging process and wonderfully-shaped bodies are also victims of this stereotype, mainly by white men who are tired of white women with "flat butts and sagging breasts." The wonderful thing about sistas is they aren't as quick to take the bait, if they do at all. They recognize game when they see it, no matter the color of the man that's trying to run it on them. They are aware of the past when slave owners used black women as surrogate mothers and sperm banks back in the days of slavery, and refuse to relive that nightmare voluntarily.
Personally, I've never been with a white female, not sure if I ever will be. Although I've joked about it on several occaisions among family and friends, I know as well as anybody that there's no better woman than a black woman. No one else can nurture, care for a man, maintain a home, give good love, and a well-placed foot in the ass like a sista. And that is much more important than any white woman looking to fulfill her chocolate fantasy.