The Demise Of The Black Woman

My French Creole features speak to a long history of miscegenation: green eyes, skin the color of a white peach and a sharp Puritan nose to match my thinly drawn Vermillion lips. Still, my blackness is always in question because of my lightness, especially among my darker sisters. Imagine if you will, having an appearance that, if we’re honest, harkens an antebellum era in which black women were viewed as a cross between farm equipment and an outlet for other’s deviant sexual desires. A time when light and dark black women were separated and pitted against one another in the hopes of forever severing what should have been an unbreakable bond — creating envy, disdain, self-loathing and unnecessary competition. Join us by calling in 319-527-6099