It is 2009, right? I had to double check because I read an article recently about an interracial couple being denied a marriage license and I began to wonder about time machines and such.
But on to the topic at hand… Not too long ago, a friend of a friend expressed her befuddlement that a black female acquaintance of hers could consider herself a “proud black woman” and date a white guy. I’m a proud black woman and my husband is a nice Jewish boy, so I told her as much and added that those two facts about myself (being a proud black woman and having a non-black husband) really have nothing to do with eachother. That was all I felt I needed to say at the time. I didn’t really know this friend of a friend and wasn’t terribly concerned about how much she understood about that bit of my life.
Things got a little more interesting after that though when my actual friend (our mutual friend) of 12 years pretty much co-signed what the friend of a friend said. Woah. We talked about it briefly, but I was really just shocked (and hurt) that someone I thought knew me really well didn’t seem to know that part of me at all.
My husband and I occasionally get hassled about the whole interracial thing, but I never feel the need to defend my marriage. I know that some people get involved in interracial relationships (and every other kind of relationship) for some very fucked up reasons, but I do not count myself in that number. My marriage is a beautiful awesome thing and people can either see that and rock with it or not.
Since this is my blog though and it is about love, I thought I would just talk briefly about how one can be proud of one’s culture and choose a mate that is not of it. In short, loving and appreciating your own culture does not mean that you reject other cultures. Loving and appreciating someone of another culture does not mean that you love and/or appreciate your own culture any less.
I think that’s pretty simple. Do you?