GUESS WHO’S NOT COMING TO HOLIDAY DINNER? OVERCOMING RACISM IN AN INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIP
The holiday season approaches and I want to share with him my family. Yet, after two years of dating, I already know that my family considers him a trespasser, too.
Laura Marie Marciano
8 Hours Ago | 125 comments
This will end in one of four ways:
1. Single mom on weffare.
2. O.J. Simpson Part 4753453456
3. Breaks up and ends up a crazy cat lady.
4. Breaks up and hooks a hapless beta chump.
Notice that her parents were liberals when she was growing up, until she started “dating” a Dinka:
He welcomed people; he taught me to welcome people.
Everything seems like a knife stabbing me backward, our strained conversations now dangling between “The world won’t understand!” and “What if you have children?” and “Wasn’t it understood?” My father wanted me to pick up on the hate that he never demonstrated, and wants to call it tradition or an unspoken rule now that it has surfaced. These questions he asks me seem like an apology, confused himself by how deeply the racial divides in our country have become.
It can’t be “unspoken,” or implicit. It has to be clear from day one.
These doors remain locked to outsiders, to cultural trespassers, not allowed in on this secret conversation meant to preserve and protect the purity of races over time, a chilling and terrifying echo that booms during the holidays toward unwanted visitors, and stops and frisks those who get too close.
In my family this threat, this trespasser, is Elijah, the man that I love. The root of the backlash against interracial couples by white families is the ugliest racism of all, I believe — a racism where white people whisper from ear to ear that their privilege be preserved in their physicality — that their white bodies never mix with brown bodies.
Yes! You understand this much, Laura Marie Marciano. Our honorable ancestors, who survived millenia in the cold, should not be mixed out of existence in the genetic sewer of your friend Elijah, whose ancestors never had to survive a cold winter. You are committing a disgusting dishonor. Good for your parents for shunning you. Too bad your brothers have no honor. You say, “the man that I love,” that is as fleeting as a Negro running from child support enforcement.
THe anti-racists aren’t going to give you shelter or a gold star or a steady paycheck for sacrificing your family and your White descendants who may never now be born. You are sacrificing FOR NOTHING. For your tingles, perhaps. Have fun with those tingles when yer a single mom.
Even Alternet posted, then took down your article, Laura. I wonder why? Perhaps you overstated your case, and ended up looking like a tragic fool? Perhaps people at Alternet are able ot read between the lines, and realize you end up arguing the opposite of your intended case!
Read the rest of the post at link, if you are interested. She’s quite tragic, and clearly sees herself as making a blood sacrifice of herself against “wacism.”
Note to her parents — cut off any financial help you may be giving her. That may bring her to her senses. I don’t think “Elijah” is much of a provider.