Although my guess hit the mark, when my friend told me his wife was indeed Caucasian, I felt my spirit...wince. - Jill Scott For me, going to the hair salon is fifty percent about actually getting my hair done, twenty percent about laughing with the other ladies at the shop, and thirty percent about catching up on all the issues of that I've missed between appointments.Which explains why I'm always so late when it comes to finding out about some celebrity "scandal" or "controversy," one example being Jill Scott's article on interracial dating in the March 2010 issue of ; I encourage you to read the entire piece for yourself.So that is how to create a single story: show a people as one thing, as only one thing, over and over again, and that is what they become.about race, sex, slavery, and a Euro-centric standard of beauty robs a people of its dignity and common sense of humanity.My new friend is handsome, African-American, intelligent and seemingly wealthy.
While the interracial dating topic is not a new one, the media forecast was just right for a high profile uproar.
I realized that I had been so immersed in the media coverage of Mexicans, that they had become one thing in my mind: abject immigrant.
I had bought into the single story of Mexicans and I could not have been more ashamed of myself.
The "wince" that Scott feels basically amounts to a sense of betrayal committed by black men against black women.
For black women to have served as the venerable paragon of the ride-or-die chick throughout history by literally and figuratively carrying the burdens, hopes, and pains of an entire people on our backs, a black man's "vote" of the African story in America, but it is not the only chapter.