Black Panther vs Uncle Tom

Here's the scenario:
Strong, Assertive, Black man. Stands for
Something, Falls for nothing! Pro Black Revolutionary in every shape...
Loves his Sistahs
.......When you see him, he has a beautiful, black woman on his arm...
He's Proud....Then suddenly


He moves to Cali... Big City, Hollywood, beautiful scenery; beautiful people.
The black woman he once had on his arm has been replaced with a
blonde haired, blued eyed, skinny white woman. What Changed?


The reason I am even talking about this issue is because I
have a friend who was all of these things I mentioned. In fact, he
wouldn't even date a light skinned, (mixed) black woman like myself.
So when he called me out of the blue a few days ago and said, "Guess
what, I moved to Cali!"... I wasn't surprised. I wasn't even surprised
when he asked to hang out with me... it was when he began to
tell me that he EXPLORING other races... My first thought was, WoW...
Because I KNOW him. Then he said, "Oh yea, I've been dating a white woman"..
That's when the shock set in...and what's even more shoking is the fact
that he does not understand WHY he is getting so much flack behind
his NEW choice. Well.. I will elaborate...





My mother is white. My father is black (and indian..lol) My mother
actually is a decendant of 1st generation immigrants. My grandmother was
from Yugoslavia...her family escaped a deconcentration camp and immigrated
here in the late 1940s. My grandmother married my grandfather, (of irish decent)
and then my mom came along.............Long story short. My grandparents
separated.. my grandmother ended up marrying a black man and having 4
more children. She left my mother and her sisters/brother to pursue her new
life... 10 years later I came along under similar circumstances...

My mother met my father in High School. 2 years later I was
born. My father's mother is black. Her family originated from the south,
but relocated to Detriot in the early part of the 20th Century. My great-grandma
had a hard life from what I know and she was a desendant of former slaves.
I don't remember her because she died when I was a little girl. My grandfather
was full blooded indian. His mother was cherokee and his father blackfoot.
My great-grandma Thomas lived to be 97. She died a week before I had my son.
I had the wonderful opportunity of knowing her. As you can see, I come from
an interesting Mix. However, I identify myself as black. AS does SOCIETY.


Well all that BEING said, my being MIXED doesn't necessarily mean I agree
with interacial dating. I think I've said this before, there are serious
emotional ramifications that many people don't consider before they join and
bring a mixed race child into the world. I suffered endless abuse at the hands
of other children growing up. My teens years were turbulent as I fought my
way through an identity crisis that my white mother didn't understand and my
black father didn't care to understand. I was stuck. So now, I live my life
day by day and for the most part on the RARE occasions I am faced racial
adversity...I have the ability to cope with it in a more positive manner.
But I still hate that all too famous line," Well, you don't look black"...
That's as bad as telling a black person, "Well you don't ACT black"
WTF does that mean?




Now as far as my pro black brothers jumping ship and skiing with
the snow bunnies.. personally, I have no respect for Black Men that talk the
talk, but don't walk the walk... What do u think?