Friday, August 28, 2009

I Don’t Care About White Love…Should I? Part III

by today's Urban Chameleon contributor Regine Hunter

You may have read about an incident that I had a few months ago with a white girl whose boyfriend lives downstairs in my building (click here for: Part I) (click here for: Part II). This was the last time I “Oprah Winfreyed” a white girl and I didn’t think much else of it, but apparently my powers have disturbingly lasting effects whose application could liberate black women all over this country.

It was almost 2:00 in the morning on a Thursday. I’ve noticed that on Thursday nights Mike or Mark or whoever (honestly I refuse to commit his name to memory) has little parties. I mean he’s down there blasting all types of Daughtry and Black Eyed Peas and shit, probably drinking and definitely running his fat mouth. I don’t know what goes on in his life and I don’t want to know, I just lock my door and move through the hallway as quickly as possible on my way in and out. On that particular night I’d met up with friends and came home to find Mark’s girlfriend sitting in the stairwell in her pajamas.

“Hi Regine,” she said flatly, staring me dead in my face with her crossed-ass eyes. Is this bitch on drugs? Why does she remember my name and why is she speaking to me like we’re friends?

“Are you ok?” I was pretty much shimmying past her up the stairwell already but I figured I’d ask. Anything could be happening – maybe she was locked out. Or what if there was a fire? Hell, she might need a tampon – it’s the least I could do after getting a groove on with her man.

“No, not really,” she said with a huff. This is when I realized that her not-okayness was just some corny girlfriend shit. – anyone with a real problem tells you right away instead of getting all Judy Blume about it. I took a second to examine the scene: this chick didn’t have any shoes on and was clutching her cell phone at her side, apparently having asked whoever was on the phone, probably her BFF, to hold on for a minute while she said hello to the Negro Temptress upstairs neighbor. Still, my pesky do-gooder reflexes continued to do their thing.

“Do you need anything?” I asked. Why do I always have to dig the hole deeper and deeper just to make myself feel like a good person? Frankly, if I could work through that tendency in therapy all of the drinking, random sex, and cussing people out probably would never come about in the first place and I’d be considered cured. In reality, I was hoping she needed a glass of water, a call to 911, or $2.00 to catch a bus home. But get what she says:

“Um…no, not right now, I’ll knock on your door a little later.”

What, heifer? It’s 1:45 AM, ain’t no later. Even if there were, this is not a bed and breakfast or some type of open therapy workshop where you can come in here, lay your head on my brown bosom, and talk abut all of the problems you’re having with your blatantly wackass boyfriend. For what? So that I can reveal that I hooked up with him? Or so that he can come knocking on my door looking for you? Why must I be involved and how does any of this benefit me? It was a weird mix between entitled and just retarded. This is where Oprah Winfreying a bitch goes too far – I meant to pacify her not hypnotize her.

“Please don’t.” And that’s all I said as I opened my door and put on an old episode of Living Single to calm my nerves.

I was awake for about an hour after that and could hear her barefoot ass in the hallway on the phone. Just before I fell asleep I heard a door open and close, most likely homegirl giving up and going inside, realizing that her man knows damn well she’s not going anywhere barefoot so he doesn’t have to come chasing after her. I’m sure he’d already fallen asleep with his hand in his pants á la Al Bundy and she came in and hopped into bed with a sourpuss face. Young chick rookie stuff on her part.

But back to me and us sisters. Is a young, white, (possibly chemically imbalanced and cross-eyed) female the most easily-manipulated being on Earth? If so, how can we use that to our advantage? Could the key to black female liberation be found in the process of “Oprah Winfreying” these hoes? It’s certainly worth investigating.

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5 comments:

  1. There is no need for such racist opinions and remarks against white people, it just makes you look ignorant.

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  2. I think you missed the boat on the deeper meaning behind this story and that's ok. Everything is not for EVERYBODY to understand...

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  3. @Anonymous #1
    Its funny that youd think I was racist considering this whole post is built upon the fact that I shared by beautiful black body with a white man. But, just to humor you, there DOES happen to be a need. I'm a writer, and what I do is share my life with the world - its both a gift and a curse. And in doing so, I have to deal with people who are so caught up in protecting precious white sanctity that the idea of a black woman being wanted by a white man sexually, and then being depended upon by a white woman as a source of solace just makes them uncomfortable. You are clearly one of those people. But its ok. Let out your anger and give Glenn Beck a call - make it part of your political agenda and everything. Because I'm sure that whitegirl angst will be at the top of the news, and you all might even riot at the idea that a black woman could steal your men. Go for it - let's see if you can riot better than we can. I doubt it, but it'll be fun to watch.

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  4. I actually love to see a black woman with a white man, because the sterio type is always a black man with a white woman. The problem I had was you helped this low life man cheat on his lady and you didnt care. You knew they were together but asked him anyway if he had a girlfriend and of course the dog is going to say no. And you slept with him anyway and didnt care who it hurt in the long run. You had some harsh words, but as you said, you are a writer and you share your life with the world, I'm just sorry you have such a negative opinion about this race. We are not all the same.

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  5. I think we are missing the point. This is a forum for people of all races and backgrounds to dialogue about the interconnectedness of our tapestry culture. If one has a differing perspective perhaps post your own story to offer another side rather than call this woman racist and ignorant.

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