And you wonder why black boys like white girls because they’re not ungrateful arrogant monkeys.
I hate black girls with a passion, I’m at Stratford station and i see a pretty girl, i smile at her and she gives me the dirtiest look -_-
– an anonymous black female tweeter.
This tweeter went on to say that all we know is ‘3 wings and chips and olive oil hair sheen’ and that we are baboons. Now when I read her rant I had a moment of confusion ‘am I a black girl?’ I asked myself, ‘Am I/any other black girls I know ungrateful arrogant monkeys? Do I/any other black girls I know only care about 3 wings and olive oil hair sheen? Am I/any other black girls I know baboons?’
- yes & no. I’m black, but I’m no longer a girl.
- Can monkeys be arrogant and ungrateful? I watched this documentary once about animals having a concept of morality and they did this experiment where the monkeys had to help each other to get a reward and sometimes, when the reward was given first, they wouldn’t help their partner monkey. So, I guess they could be but regardless, I’m not a monkey neither are any other black females (girls and women) I know.
- When I was a young black girl, going to school in South London, 3 wings and chips were one of the daily/weekly (depending on how much you could hustle) highlights. So, yeah, back then I cared. I cared a lot. It was painful seeing others eat theirs while my stomach was making grime beats. It wasn’t the only thing I cared about though. I didn’t care about olive oil hair sheen – I can’t speak for the other black females I know however, 3 wings, chips and olive oil hair sheen never feature in our countless weekly conversations.
- No, I am not a baboon, neither are any other black females I know.
So, it’s safe to conclude that this girl must have it wrong. Her anthropological findings on the traits and characteristics of black girls are wrong. Thank God. This would be a good time to celebrate, right? We can rejoice because this one wrong person has it all wrong, right?
Unfortunately my mum won’t let me have ice cream in winter for fear of catching a cold and this girl, like my mum, isn’t the only one that’s come to this very wrong conclusion.
So many people (of a variety of races and genders) replied to her agreeing with, even commending, her for her work. As if she exposed some profound truth, or dirty hidden lie. Some called her ‘brave’ for challenging black girls all over twitter. Then when challenged, as if she’s reading from a script, she spews something along the lines of ‘i’m not talking about ALL black girls, just the majority’, according to her carefully acquired data 98% of black girls are how she previously described. This very famous line, used as a cop-out by the most ignorant, does nothing but highlight ignorance because fact remains, you don’t know the majority of the group of people you are stereotyping.
This girl, like many others, hates herself. Even though she’s part of the elite 2%? Yes, even still. This ingrained racist voice is the same voice that calls us ‘nappy headed hoes’ and tries to justify why it’s okay to hate us:
- we’re aggressive
- we’re always angry
- we’re dominating
- we’re black
- we’re too independent
- we’re ugly
- we’re too black
- we make our men look bad
- we’re far too black
It’s not enough that we’re still portrayed as exotic, that Hollywood and the media still lighten our skin, that in the work place our natural hair is still unprofessional, but our own women, our own black women hate us & themselves too. It upsets me that black people hate black women so much, from fighting issues of colourism, to the men that are “down for their sistas” as long they “stay in their place”, we have a lot of hate on our shoulders. What’s more upsetting is that these people may reproduce and they’ll infect their children with this same hate. Too often we hear that we need change (Obama was supposed to bring it but…well, that’s a post for a different day), and I’m at the point where I’m desperate to know how to bring about this change? How do I teach (black) people that we are flawed but that doesn’t make us less than our white/lighter counterparts? How do I teach them that black women are as beautiful as is humanly capable?