I wish Miss Pam was here to talk to.
I’ve been going around in circles about this topic for about 3 years. It’s a sensitive topic. It’s a divisive topic. But it’s a lethal and necessary topic.
Over the last 3 years, I’ve witnessed a silent but dangerous exodus in the black community.
With black women.
Yes…the one group least likely to date out, sex out, marry out, procreate out.
Black women are leaving black men.
And they’re not coming back.
A few years ago, I was in Philly looking around at the new upscale shops and eateries. I strolled around the Rittenhouse and Downtown Market East Street eager to see what was new and what survived. I witnessed, with my own two eyes, black women, mostly young-ish, some middle aged, adorably pretty, mainly slender, natural-haired, well put together, educated, soft, feminine, girl-next-doorish, soft spoken, with bangin’-ass bodies with non-black, mostly white males.
They were in their own world.
They window shopped together.
Laughed at their own jokes.
One white man handed a black woman a tissue for her runny nose. It was an intimate, sweet gesture.
I sat behind one black female, ( I think) Hispanic male. They sat and spoke quietly to each other. He paid the check with a credit card and not once did she ever reach for her pocketbook.
My observations heightened over the years when I saw black college girls and women with their white and (mostly brown-skinned) Asian boyfriends. At the market, they stroll hand in hand looking at any little thing and speaking amongst themselves.
I spoke to a former Black Power, fist in the air, black female about what was going on.
Her simple response?
“We’re sick of the bullshit.”
Miss Pam and I used to speak on many topics like this privately and wondered what would become of the black race if the last line of defense, the black female, said “fuck this shit, I choose happiness over struggle. ”
Over the past 10 to 15 years, I’ve watched (and read) as black men took to a PUBLIC forum to tell the entire world that their women, the womb, the vagina, the cooking, the house keeping, the sex , the conversation and the very existence of their mirror image isn’t worth a goddamn.
I’ve heard horror stories from my own readers about the abuse, the beatings, the killings, the rape and molestation from the men in their family and neighbourhoods. I’ve listened to the rantings of angry and depressed black men who blame the black female for his failings in life all because she wears too much make up and has on a hair weave.
Never mind the fact that she allows him to live in her house for free, eat her food, sleep on her couch/ bed, provides him with heat so he won’t freeze and gives him sex on the regular.
None of that matters.
It’s her penchant for weave that’s destroying the earth.
To be frank and brutally blunt:
If this continues, we’re fucked.
Once you take away the womb from a Clan, Tribe, Community, it perishes.
Just ask the desperate Chinese males that are running around the planet asking any female to marry and give them a baby. They kidnap wives from Thailand, Malaysia and the Philippines and beg them not to run away.
They travel to Africa and marry black women who are left defenseless and alone to inherit their Matrilineal Resources.
All the while, I have one question to ask.
Where are the black men?
What are they doing to prevent the top tier of their women from leaving?
The baby-mammas will always be available. They know this.
I’m talking about the woman you can bring home to meet your mother and have her secretly ask her about her ring size.
She is leaving.
I’ve been told by one black female reader on here that she’d rather be with the historical oppressor and be taken care of and her needs met than be with a black man who refuses to build with her. Refuse to provide for her. Her last boyfriend told her even though he makes really good money in Sanitation, he’s not supporting a stay at home wife and future mother of his children!
This post is painful to write. Painful to re-read. But necessary.
If we as a collective don’t get it together and begin to hold OURSELVES accountable for our degenerate behaviour, we’re not gonna make it.
It begins with loving the image in the mirror.
This post will be heavily moderated. DO NOT come on here with accusations of bedwenchery and how black women plotted with white males during slavery to kill black males. Even though my blog doesn’t typically attract certain black people, every once in awhile, I do get them.
The purpose of this post is to inspire deep thought and self reflection.