It’s a legitimate question in this real world yet I often feel so sad that it even has to be asked. But perhaps what is worse is that sometimes even when I have not voiced out the question myself, I have wondered that about other people too. And while I have always been open and honest about not giving a rat’s ass about what race or color someone is that I am entering any sort of interaction with, and especially a romantic one, that doesn’t mean I have been immune to a lot of the perceptions and perspectives of what people will have to say, were that person to be a different color from me.
I know I’ve gone in circles in this piece but in 2014 interracial relationships are a fact. They’re not going anywhere; they are a reality. And one I hope becomes less and less of a topic that we need to discuss because it really should not be. Everyone is mixing and mingling and there’s a part of me that’s really happy about it. Because as people get more colors in their “own blood” and among their loved ones, I have the hope that my Utopia where we see people clearer, and as more than just their race, especially in matters of the heart, is at least an inch closer.
The famous Bill Crosby once said, “It isn’t a matter of black is beautiful, as much as it is that… white is not all that’s beautiful.” I hope that his words speak to your hurting heart of acceptance. My goal in this life is not to redefine beauty, but to change what it’s built on. My blog series, is in hopes that we can all see that our black, white, yellow, green, pink, orange, and every color in between has beauty of its own.