You are right about it. I’m living it, even today itself. I try to avoid but have to interact with “extended” family sometimes....
One young relative is insecure, and says black males will tell her she’s pretty.
Meanwhile sister has illegitimate child by half-breed 20 years older, who has more-black sons her age living with them. He was raised by white mother (I assume hippie being that old) but of course, chooses to be black.
As far as black boys liking white girls, I wonder sometimes if it’s getting away from their black mamas. Those black women can be the nastiest and most abusive. Maybe that’s more reason they go there, but of course won’t admit it. While the crime is done by males, I wonder if it’s the women who are most vindictive and cruel in the ghetto culture.
I honestly don’t know...the whole thing is a puzzle to me.
I find white women attractive, but...I find attractiveness in all races, so I have always assumed it is the same with black guys.
As for why women are attracted to certain men, I find it puzzling, and I know that, as a guy, I am not alone in this.
When guys see a cute girl who seems to always go out with guys who treat her poorly, we don’t get it. (at least those of us who were raised to be gentlemanly)
We kind of understand it when we see a guy who isn’t that great looking, but has a relationship with a nice looking gal...we just figure...she sees something in him.
Guys can be shallow about appearance, that is just a fact of life and there isn’t any getting around it. I have always thought God wired us that way for a reason....because we are.
I have never in my life had any issues with interracial dating, I grew up in a military family, and my sister dated black guys and the first girl I ever asked to go steady with me was a black girl named Lolita...now, I asked her, and I remembered that I was puzzled because I thought we liked each other and she gently said no...I didn’t think it was a racial issue because the kids in our family weren’t raised that way.
I remember she had an odd look on her face when she said no, not unkind, but kind of an impression from her face that she thought I was too gorky or not too bright.
It was only years later that I think that it occurred to me, which probably made her think I wasn’t too bright-it was not a race thing or a like or dislike thing, but...was more related to a class thing.
My dad was the XO on one of the biggest naval bases in the Pacific during the Vietnam War, the second in command. Her dad was an enlisted sailor. It never even occurred to me that a relationship could be an uncomfortable situation for her and her family.
Sigh. Even today, it takes a while for light to dawn on Marblehead.