Sleeping with the enemy

[“Narrative of a Life Devoted to Training a White, Male Slave.”]

By Jerry PDX
friday, june 3, 2016 at 7:28:00 p.m. edt

Where do you even begin critiquing this monstrosity of an “essay”? I like the part where her white boyfriend is suddenly a racist because he thinks blacks are more likely to shoot at each other than whites. I see, in her racist PC ideology acknowledging a truth makes a white racist.

My own experience in interracial dating is somewhat limited. I’ve been with three black women, back in my younger days. I don’t find black women attractive generally, even back when I was young, dumb and full of...you know what, I didn’t have, what some might call, jungle fever, but I did what a lot of young guys do and nailed whatever was available.

All that being said, my experiences with them were mostly positive and enjoyable, though there were a few things to note:

First was Mary, whose father was black and mother was Chinese. She wasn’t the brightest pencil in the box but was very buxom and kind of dopey, but goofy in a fun kind of way. The subject of race never came up but her father had three other daughters, all of whom started dating white guys and he was very angry about it. In his hypocritical, racist world view it’s OK for him to have an interracial relationship, but not his daughters. That’s not unusual with black men in particular, yet only white men are stereotyped to be that way.

Carol was the second. She was ten years my elder (I was actually underage at 17 when we got together). She was a fight attendant and had a white father, though her skin color was so dark you wouldn’t have thought she was mixed. She had some strange ideas, though. Once she thought it was a shame that black people were diluting their pure African blood in America. I told her there were plenty of pure blood black people in Africa, so who cares? That’s the kind of thing Afrosupremacists will say whites are racist for saying. Personally, I didn’t care. I was getting laid. We were together for two years. She wasn’t intellectually stimulating, average intelligence at best, but her looks compensated.

Suzanne, we met in college, she was very intelligent and very black, grew up in the hood but had the ability to move between the white and black world seamlessly. She wasn’t as attractive as Carol, but I liked her personality. Unfortunately, she had a nasty temper that emerged at times, and you didn’t want to be around when it did. We weren’t together long. We didn’t talk about race or politics much, but she actually seemed to have a reasonable perspective on things when we did. An amusing incident occurred when she brought me to meet her mother in the projects. Her mother looked at me like an alien from outer space and said: (In barely intelligible ebonics) “I’m afraid a white boy like you might be some kind of axe killer!” Apparently, she’d been watching a lot of Donohue and thought that’s what white boys do. A somewhat less amusing incident happened when we were sitting in the car and there was a group of black men outside, she told me not to get out of the car, they might kill me if I did. She was dead serious. I didn’t get out.

If I was black and telling those little anecdotes they’d be blown up and embellished on until they sounded like horrifying race crimes. That’s what blacks generally do, whereas a white person will see them as amusing misunderstanding or funny stories to tell.

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
wednesday, july 19, 2023 at 6:27:00 P.M. EDT

By chance I found this story, looking for something else and the comments made here, I agree with.

Jerry, that was a pretty good autobiographical recounting. I’m not sure if I was on here yet, because I don’t remember reading that particular synopsis before, but it was entertaining.

“What’s wrong with the White guy?” nailed my reaction perfectly. The black chick is too racist to realize that black areas DO have more shootings (not by Whites). She can’t see that what the White friends said was correct—and her husband, too.

A couple of wackjobs, if you ask me.

--GRA