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“Black Women Never Liked Me”
Reflections of a Black Man Who Black Women Hate
There is a new meme (new to me, at least; I'm a 60-year-old 30-year-old) of a cartoonish-looking alternative, a young black man, with locs,wearing all black, and at the top, in big, bold letters, it says Black Women Never Liked Me.
(For the life of me I cannot find this meme while writing this story,
I’ve seen it for the past 3–4 days, if I find it I will upload it but for now just imagine.)
At first, I chuckled, albeit nervously, as that statement sums up a looming sentiment of mine that took up some real estate in my brain. Then, today I saw the meme again on my Facebook feed, someone reposted and on top of the post said
“Ya’ll nigga’s need to go ever there and cry, want some tissue?
Well, then, I took that a little personally. I'm a black male from the chocolate city of Atlanta, Georgia. I went to all-black schools; I have an all-black family, so black that I could show you a black sheet of construction paper and call it my family tree. Every woman I've been in a relationship with has been black.
I grew up with a black mother who was abusive, vindictive, and evil, who would much rather damage her own son's growth and development than play fairly with her mate, an active, present, loving, caring, and formidable black man. She would have much rather seen him destroyed, so much that I do not have my father's last name. My father, who attended every graduation, every basketball game, and every conference, taught me every subject and every lesson; even in my 30s, he continued to show up. Yet she bent the law to hurt my father and, ultimately, me. When I got tired of the abuse at 12 years old and my father saved me in his house and his arms, my mother had nothing to do with me for over 4 years. I guess when the child support ($1,000/month)stopped, she had no use for me. He never missed a payment.
she bent the law in order to hurt my father, and ultimately me. Just because she could.
Writing this is therapy.
