Social Issues. Tweet about this Share this on Facebook. I grew up around a lot of white people. I was one of the few black people in my primary school, my secondary schools and college. University is difficult because there were so many people — but out of the 35 musicians on my course, I was most definitely the only black person until third year. When you see and interact with that many white people on a daily basis you inevitably start feeling out of place:
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Sexual racism is the individual's sexual preference of specific races. It is an inclination towards potential sexual or romantic partners on the basis of perceived racial identity. Although discrimination among partners based on this perceived racial identity is characterized by some as a form of racism, it is presented as a matter of preference by others. Attitudes towards interracial relationships, and indeed marriage, have increased in positivity in the last 50 years. After the abolition of slavery in , the white Americans showed an increasing fear of racial mixture.
‘I had to submit to being exoticised by white women. If I didn’t, I was punished’
The committing of a hidden life event to the written word. I used to wonder if my reluctance was driven by shame, or simply my incredulity at what took place all those years ago. Now, I think that it is those things mostly, but also a hell of a lot more. Over the last few years, particularly in the recent crosswinds of our racial and cultural political climate, this life event bubbled to the surface of my memory, never quite boiling over.
First, some history: When I was a child, watching my pops get ready to go out was something to behold. He would spend hours preparing his mask every morning for whatever crowd, person or community he faced. Even years later, my pops still took longer to get ready than my mother and sister combined, delicately taking a black Sharpie to any stray grays that might pop up in his goatee. My pops would explain that as a young man in the Dominican Republic, you had to work so hard perfecting yourself, preparing your mask, so that when a young European or American woman came through, she might choose you, as he would put it, might take you home with her, like that was your only way out.