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I grew up in a wonderful and loving home in Southern California.
This tale, among many others, haunts me, because I am the mother of a black son — and I am terrified that my black son will date white women. My mother was very clear about the expectations she had for my brother and myself: she wanted us to keep our home clean, go to school, and, in my brother's case, she wanted him to never, ever bring home a white woman.
As my son's mother, it would be careless of me to ignore the issues that might come up as a result of my son dating a white woman.
It would be careless of me to ignore what it means in this country for a black man to date a white woman.
I’m sure my dad didn’t think he was good enough either. It felt like a fit and I was pleasantly surprised when he invited me to spend his birthday weekend with him and his family in Palm Springs. As the holidays approached, I wasn’t sure what to do. When I told Aaron this, he offered to drive out to Vegas with me at some point during our holiday break to go see them.
So here I was, 28 years old, and I had had 2 boyfriends and been on dates with a handful of others. was ever going to be in the cards for me as it seemed like it was working out for everyone else except me. Long story short, we began talking, hanging out, dating, dating exclusively, and after a pretty significant period of time, he asked me to be his girlfriend. My palms were sweating the entire time I was packing, but at the end of the weekend I kept thinking “these people are way too freaking cool”. His mom didn’t look a day over 45 (she was 60) and was super warm and welcoming. My parents had retired to Las Vegas a year or so earlier and were expected to come home for our annual Christmas Eve celebration. This only made me feel worse and as the holidays grew to a close, I felt incredibly depressed despite a pleasant experience at my Aunt’s.
The cashier, Carolyn Bryant, later claimed that he grabbed her hand and said, "How about a date?
," though other reports contradicted her testimony.
On a hot summer day in August 1955, a 14-year-old black boy was hanging out around a grocery store in Money, Mississippi.
His friends dared him to walk into the store and ask the white cashier for a date, so he complied.
My dad is tremendously funny and a phenomenal story teller. I wore the same pair of vans tennis shoes to school for 5 years straight, had long un-brushed hair, and wore oversized sweatshirts and jean shorts to school. Because I wasn’t popular and because I was picky, I didn’t go on a single date until I was almost 20 years old. I thought it best to not deal with this all in real time in hopes that my Dad would come to his senses.
I think I always had a high bar when it came to dating because my dad really had it all; he was tall, dark, and handsome, educated, successful, ethical, funny, athletic, and handy. He was a tall, blonde, surfer that ended up moving to San Diego for college and that was the end of that. My aunt, however, told me both Aaron and I were welcome over for Christmas so I jumped at the opportunity.
I will warn him that he might be judged at family gatherings, because even though some people are open-minded about interracial relationships, his future partner might have racist relatives who won't be, and my son may very well have to endure a bigoted uncle's comments every Christmas dinner.