My daughter is dating a nigga
I would say that it’s been about 8 years since I had a taillight out on my car.I went over a year without fixing it before my uncle offered to fix it for me, not one day did I ever even think about it.I know we all want to believe that love conquers everything. When you’re young and in love with someone your family hates, it’s scary. After months or years of sneaking around, your relationship is at a crossroads. When I explained to my friends what the possible consequences would be if I came clean to my parents, they didn’t believe me. By telling the truth, my entire world was about to change. I’m happy that we lived a thousand miles away from my parents then. I had no idea how my life would be like in 10 years.No matter how strong a person is, knowing that you won’t have your family’s support is scary. It sounds dramatic, but my heart knew what was on the line. I didn’t have to worry about running into them at my cousins’ home or at the grocery stores. For a sliver of hope they maybe I wasn’t a total failure to them. His shoulders soaked up my tears as his arms held me up. Whomever you choose, know this: Love isn’t black and white (pun not intended). Love is taking a chance and hoping that you win the lottery.
And I’ve also looked my baby in the eye and said “You better make smart decisions. If you are anything less than these things, you might not come home to me one day.” I suppose that part of the problem with the world is that once you are White you will never be Black and trying to understand their fear based on their experiences will always be hard for you.He was hoping once they got to know him, they would like him. Would you tell your family about your boyfriend or girlfriend, knowing that they vehemently disapprove of him or her? We got married, have two beautiful kids, blah blah, happily ever after. Do you go running back with your tail between your legs? Seeing my husband dancing with the kids makes every tear I shed worth it.Instead they disowned me when they found out we were dating. Knowing they’ve threatened to kill you or disown you if you ever brought home a black, Indian, white, Hispanic, etc boyfriend? The 3 years leading up to our wedding were so incredibly hard. I can honestly say I could not see that image at the end of the tunnel during that tumultuous point of my life.People don’t come out of the womb hating their neighbor. All I keep seeing are officers who are afraid of my husband now more than ever.I see wives begging their husbands not to leave whether they are leaving the house with a badge or black skin.
I wish I would have understood the mean words that can escape someone’s lips when speaking about our mixed little family and the heartache that follows.