My new friend is handsome, African-American, intelligent and seemingly wealthy. He is an athlete, loves his momma, and is happily married to a White woman. I admit when I saw his wedding ring, I privately hoped. But something in me just knew he didn’t marry a sister. Although my guess hit the mark, when my friend told me his wife was indeed Caucasian, I felt my spirit…wince. I didn’t immediately understand it. My face read happy for you. My body showed no reaction to my inner pinch, but the sting was there, quiet like a mosquito under a summer dress. – Jill Scott; April issue, Essence Magazine
I know she was being honest about her feelings on ‘such’ coupling. She also says that her “positions is that for women of color” and that this wince isn’t racist… but “has solely to do with the African story in America”.
Much as she claims this to be the view of women of color, I expected better from her. Even if she had the guts to voice her honest opinion, I think people should keep such thoughts to themselves. They scream STONE AGE!. I am a woman of color … Jill Scott’s view isn’t my view. Is her position the position of women of color? In what century?