The Underground Railroad
One of my favorite James Baldwin analogies is the dead mother in the closet. He compares meaningful discourse in American society to going over to your homeboy's apartment and finding out he killed his mom and stuffed her corpse in the closet. At that point you either have the difficult, necessary conversation, or you condemn yourself to a string of ultimately worthless conversations in an attempt to talk around the harsh reality for fear that such a discussion will be viewed as aggressive content (don't even ask me how... that's word to 50 Cent).
We either talk about difficult and horrific aspects of the human condition or we push ourselves into an inescapable fog of incoherence by talking around the real shyt. I don't like talking around shyt, and that fact has won me plenty of friends and plenty of enemies - sometimes the same people being both, at different times. In these next two episodes, I'm going to talk about - not around - interracial sex.
Interracial sex, at its core, is often about dishonesty and dissatisfaction as well as individual inability to articulate desire. Between black men and white women it's also a forum to express mutual contempt for white men. I'm not saying blacks and whites and Asians and Hispanics cannot truly connect and love across cultural and whatever other boundaries - real and imagined - there are between them. But certainly in college, when it comes to white broads getting dikked down by black athletes (and often other black dudes in general), notions of spiritual kinship and deep emotional connection aren't driving factors. We're going to come back to this in the next episode, dig a little deeper into the shyt. But for now, let's talk about the Underground Railroad...
I was in a black barbershop a month ago and this dude cutting my hair launched into a weird ass rant about how black people ain't shyt, don't know how to take care of shyt or appreciate shyt, and if white people ever left America he would leave too. His exact words: "if white people left this bytch, I'd be in a canoe paddling after they asses like 'don't leave me here with these nikkas!' shyt... nikkas don't even know how to take care of their lawns, picture them taking care of a country! This shyt be burned down in a week."
There was an older black dude in the shop, a lawyer, and I could see him soaking this rant in and processing it with a mixture of sadness and disdain. Dude muttered under his breath, "well, I guess that's one strange way to reinterpret Marcus Garvey's mission." I laughed out loud in the barber chair; indeed, the notion of fleeing America and its horrible attitudes toward blacks had never been turned on its head in such a warped fashion.
Here's another twisted reinterpretation of black American history: when I was in college, the Underground Railroad - a network of people, places, and resources used to deliver slaves to freedom in the 1800s - was the nickname among football players for the late night campus shuttle that wealthy white Southern Belles boarded to get from their side of campus (the wealthy white chicks lived in their own separate housing, far from the football nikkas) to where the football players stayed. Almost always on the weekend, always between midnight and 2 a.m., always to get dikked down in secret by the big black dudes they lusted after.
The reasons for racial fetish can be simple in some cases, complicated in others. White men soothe their paranoia and fear of physical inferiority by perpetuating the popular idea that the only white women who fukk nikkas are those undesirable to white men. And while there certainly are those sterotypical couplings, the desperate assertion I've heard repeated ad nauseum by many white men I know - none of whom, by the way, believe they are racist - that a variety of white women, from regular to attractive to nerdy to those from "good families" don't fukk nikkas is powerful and telling. It speaks to fear, denial, and the fragility even of superiority complexes. We'll get deeper into this in the next episode.
The point I'm clarifying here is that the women who rode the Underground Railroad were precisely the type of white women whom most white men would be shocked were doing so. They were attractive, petite, wealthy, from uppercrust families, and probably paid plenty of lip service in the presence of other white people to how unfathomable or even reprehensible the idea of fukking a black man seemed. White women learn early on how important it is to appease the white male ego. Let us remember two of the points from the last episode: people often reinterpret facts and events so that the narrative reinforces their own delusions; a lot of people cling to whatever version of the truth allows them to maintain a feeling of self-respect and superiority. White women know this very well, and they put on a very convincing show for white men when it comes to black men - often they won't even acknowledge our presence in public. This has everything to do with their understanding of the fragility of the white male ego as well as their own self-preservation, and nothing to do with their lack of attraction to and interest in black men. It's a very sick dynamic.
I remember a white dude I was cool with telling me about an ex-girlfriend he'd been in love with, whom he suspected of cheating on him with a black dude they both worked with. When he accused her, this was her response: I would never sleep with a colored man! I wish I was making that up. I didn't know how to tell him that her response was a dead giveaway that she'd not only fukked homie, but also plenty other nikkas. The fetishist is always also the racist. Witness the Sarah Palin and Glen Rice situation. Of course the queen of the tea party wanted to fukk a black athlete: overtly racially charged courtships are about degradation and dehumanization.
So yes, all kinds of white women fukked black athletes (just as all kinds of white women fukk black men in general, but that's for next episode) - the average ones did it openly, and the "elite" ones did it clandestinely, disguised in sweatpants and hoodies, toting overnight bags packed with lingerie and shyt, heading from the nice side of campus to the figurative ghetto via late night shuttles. I would see these women all the time, scurrying through the halls with their heads down, knocking quickly at dorm-room-doors, desperate for their sexual fix, satisfying a curiosity that had as much to do with contempt (sometimes for their parents, sometimes for their white boyfriends, sometimes for the black dudes they were fukking) as it did desire.
I had a really smart, black, female friend who once lamented, in the middle of a discussion about sex and relationships: "if you know what love is, you're almost lost in this culture." It's really fascinating how little of sex is ever driven by the one thing we're told from a young age should be its sole guiding light. In any case, many more specifics in the next episode...
when i first got the HBCU i atended briefly, i was bout that life. i was on my 5% shyt hard, and we was kinda deep in that jawn, so we got at them a bit. now its whatever. one of my best homies is an iota so 
but kappas, i know 2 cool ones, and they still be on some bullshyt sometimes.
, and I'm a history major/scholar. The damndest thing is those white broads never change....they still do the side black dikk thing on the side...while fronting with the all American family and apple pie...ect...ect.. I've seen it for myself, and they are hell a bold in certain social circumstances, especially if you do that upper middle class...rich people scene. I didn't know they had an official name for it where you went to school....Wow.
And here I always thought it was my dislike for Black women and the way they acted that drove me to uppercrust White girls (I got over it. Disliking Black women, that is).
at the "Underground Railroad" and "I would never sleep with a colored man." Don't believe in it when it's convenient, but believe in it enough to fukk a Black man. fukking people sometimes. 
i love women. but for some reason i love white wimmez a smidget more. but now i feel so conflicted :dwilhuh: .
