Except that Black females aren’t entitled to Ebony males.
And now we don’t really require them physically, any more than we truly need virtually any man. But when we see a Black man with a white woman, our ancestral upheaval kicks in. We’re mad that some body has taken away our protector. We feel just like Black guys being a entire have rejected us and, by extension, their promise to help keep us secure and safe while they have in the past. And we feel the denigration that is historical of women in that rejection. That’s why when Black women see Donald Glover, or some other Ebony man, with a white woman, we feel some kind of way. Continue reading ›