Growing up I have always been the super pro-black, rocking an afro, reading the only black option on the summer reading list, studying everything about black folk type. My friends always jokingly said I'd marry a white man...I never laughed. As I read Queenie, I was infuriated at the fact that Tom never stood up for his girlfriend. He literally sat there and told Queenie not to over exaggerate instead of correcting his family members, from day 1 with his brother. I've always thought about that dynamic, because often times the significant other may not be racist, but their parents are. I've also seen girls hide their black boyfriend from their parents, while simultaneously inviting me over for the class party. No thanks! I can't even imagine having to endure those constant snide underhanded remarks, because I'm always going to stand up for myself.
I love black people, black men, black culture way too much to be with someone who doesn't even know it.