The driving force is, instead, my awareness of all of the (straight) African American women -- beautiful, smart, good women, some of them my own family and friends -- who might not have a honey to bring home this Thanksgiving holiday because they cannot find a date, even as rising numbers of eligible African American men will be wooing white women. Individuals would choose each other for kindness, intelligence, perseverance, courage, and a host of other mysterious reasons that make attraction so magical.
Race and the characteristics that have come to represent it -- like skin color, eye color, and hair texture -- would not be factors in matters of the heart.
So, whenever a racially motivated incident occurs I don’t ask myself, if it was because the person was Black, I know that.
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I cannot help but dwell on who might be coming to dinner.
She was blonde, thin, big-bosomed, and even had a Germanic name.