I Don't Know What a Dime Is, but I See



Black woman athlete

That uncomfortable feeling when...

white men and women gaze knowingly upon an Afro-American Cutie, and see something they dare not tell even themselves...that there's SOMETHING about Black women. Only men of color feel free to say openly what they see in Black women...sometimes rudely, and unwelcome; other times, royally, and elevating.

But consider the question: are not international athletic track events really unofficial beauty contests in which the white women of the world are given a brutal ass-whipping by beauties from Africa, America and the Caribbean?

How guilt-inducing must it feel being a white women in the presence of such nonchalant Black beauty sensing sub-consciously that elite white men in the mass media will erase such beauty, and by so doing, virtually deny their own heterosexuality, and attraction to it?

For this is what is done (if one is white 'n' male) when one denies the physical and aesthetic supremacy of the Black female body, and its coloring: they deny their very heterosexuality in order so as to preserve their fragile racial egos, and that of the fabled white woman...around whom so many sins have been committed.

Ain't Paris Hilton a dime?

(c) Menelik Charles

 

 

 

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Rita Granberry in 2010

I saw this intangible as a young man sitting in cafes in North Africa watching the people walk. The walks tell stories of where one is from and who they very well may be. Each time a Black American woman came through the crowds, or the Medina a hush came over every man. We talked about it, but none of us could touch with words or hands what came out of each woman's essence and her body. It was an incredible experience to our bodies of knowledge and assumptions. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 4/29/15

Tracee Ellis Ross walking in a red coat !!!!

exquisite African American woman by Joey Rosado of Island Boi Photography 3



Black athlete Leslie Ward working out