<p>This is a long and impassioned post. If you're going to comment on it, well, at least read the entire thing first.</p>
<p>To tell the truth, I was hesitant to reply again because I felt the same kind of hurt as I did in middle school from the initial comments. It seems like every time I feel "okay" in my own shoes, something knocks me down. I was honestly expecting most of people on here to agree somewhat with me about how difficult it can be to be black, even in today's society where things are "almost equal." </p>
<p>But after a few days, I realize- to each her own. Maybe I am an anomaly, and maybe it's what made me me. I don't- and I never said this before- want to be white. I simply don't want to be judged by the color of my skin, and it just happens that I have been judged quite a bit, maybe more so than any of you. </p>
<p>I think that what makes me different than "the average black person" is that my most negative experiences have been not with whites or other races, but within the black community itself. The fact of the matter is that I'm not a member of the Black community (my parents are both immigrants from Africa), and I feel awkward and frustrated because I am being held to the standards of a culture that I am not a part of. I've been discriminated against and made fun of (by blacks) for having dark skin. I've been discriminated against for being "too smart" (by blacks). I've been discriminated against for "talking white" (by blacks). I've never had ANY of those comments made by any other race except black people (when I say black, I mean non-immigrant family black people). </p>
<p>And like Northstarmom began to point out- 1) Even blacks subconscoiusly look up to whites in their beauty standards and 2) White is currently (and has nearly always been) the standard for much of the Western world. My family contains a number of different shades of skin (as all families do). My mother is an orange-y sort of brown, while my dad is VERY dark. I've never been able to see any sort of pattern in African couples (i.e women are always ligher, etc.) because they just don't pay much attention to skin tone at all. I've NEVER had a comment from anyone in my family or from Ghana about how dark my skin is. In contrast, I CONSTANTLY have to deal with black Americans saying stuff like "why the hell do you work at a pool? you'll just get darker!" and "I can't see you at night hahaha". It has nothing to do with education levels or anything- I get these types of comments from adults, teens, even little kids, who are from private and public schools, rich and poor areas. The only unifying thing is that they ALWAYS come from black people. It is RIDICULOUSLY obvious that most black people are trying to be white subconsciously and don't want to admit it. You name it- perms/relaxers, the brown paper bag rule, hair extensions- ALL these things point to the white culture as the number one standard and people just don't want to admit it. Yet, I, dark as can be with "nappy" roots, am the only one who is ever chastised for "wanting to be white." I get dissed constantly for dating white guys by the same black guys who clearly prefer black girls who are literally one shade away from being a tan white person. I don't have a problem with dating black guys (I have many times), they're the ones who have a problem with dating me! But the whole black girl/black guy thing is a whole different story, one I could go on about for days.</p>
<p>I just don't understand how a community can function with so much inner hatred and so many paradoxes. Many Black studies scholars have pointed out the things I have mentioned above as the reason why the black community can't "rise up." It's not okay to follow "good" white standards like doing well in school and talking properly, but it's okay to waste money on perms and weaves? It's not okay when white people discriminate against blacks, but it's okay for a guy to dismiss a girl because she's "too dark"? It's okay for black people and their friends to use the N-word, but not anyone else?</p>
<p>I guess the reason I wouldn't want to be black again is simply because I'm NOT black- I'm an American with recent African origins who is characterized as something I'm not. It's tiring having to defend black culture when I'm not even a part of it. And the worst part is I'm held down by the bad things, but I don't even get the good things. I feel disconnected from discussions about how people's great- grandparents were slaves and "oh, my mom's searching for my ancestor's slave ship" and things like that because I already know EXACTLY what village my family came from, and Africa's not some cool mystery land as much as it is a place that's too freakin' hot, impossible to get to in less than 2 days, filled with annoying loud aunties who make you watch noisy annoying babies and babble with your mom in a lanuage you barely undertand, and replete with incomprehensible things like public spankings and electricity that only works a few hours a day. I have to go to really expensive restaurants or friends' houses to get anything that tastes remotely like soul food. I definetely don't celebrate Kwanzaa (not that many people do) and our extended family isn't very close at all because, well, they're 6000 miles away :) </p>
<p>So that's my point. I know I'm not the only one out there who feels this way, but if I am, I couldn't care less. I have grown a lot since my middle school days, and I have sucessfully been able to deal with ridiculousness and now pride myself on being someone who approaches most situations with a true post-racial view.</p>