Who Knew Being Black is Such a Chore? Part I

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:06:41 GMT

Well, I don't know where to begin. This will definitely be a two parter. The first part is going to be what my family thinks of my life as a black person at Kent State. In their minds, Kent State is just a racially charged white institution. And the second part will be just me bitchin' about random racial shit. I think that is a fair deal.

The other day, my cousin and I had a conversation about the fact that a majority of my friends are white at Kent. I brought up the point that Kent State is a predominately white university and asked her what did race have to do with anything. She then asked me why I couldn't go to an all black school. I told her that I really researched schools that had respectable business programs and Kent State was definitely on the list. And let us not forget that I had to go somewhere I could afford (A lot of black universities are down south and let's face it the price of living is very high down south). She just didn't get it, though. She has figured that I have turned my back on black people in general. I don't see how considering I still have a lot of black friends and I am an active member in many black organizations. Just because I don't separate myself from the white community does not mean that I only hang out with white people. In fact, I think of myself as a person that sees past color and I personally hang out with people I feel comfortable with. I do, however, have more white friends than I do black. That doesn't mean a damn thing. I don't think of them as my "white" friends; I think of them as friends and I leave it at that.

People, look at where I live; we are in Ohio. There isn't actually a high percentage of black people. So since I decided to go to an Ohio institution, there was definitely going to be a chance that I would be at a predominate white school. But here is the thing, I didn't even think of it like that when filling out the application. My main thoughts were: "Shit, four more years of damn school, four more years of migraines, and four more years in Ohio." Unfortunately, I didn't research the amount of black people so I could make my cousin's vision of a black utopia a dream come true. No, I was selfish and I wanted to get an education with a side of diploma. Who knew I had to go so I could have black friends? Well, I'll know better next time. *sigh*

See, this is why I hate when people claim not to be prejudice and deep inside they are nothing but closet racist (let's be honest and call it what it is). What is the point of bringing up race? Last time I checked, we are all the same. I just happen to have a darker shade than a lot of people. It doesn't mean a damn thing. I don't discriminate about the people I meet. I don't purposely sit around and go, "Hmmm, that person looks like a good friend because they are black." I have never been that way because I look at a person's personality and spirit and that is how I make my decision on who is my friend. Who knew that I had to only hang out with black people? Why is that? I can't have friends that are outside my culture and race? Then hell, I'll be a damn rebel. I don't care about skin color. Hell at times, I hate everybody.

I LOVE BEING BLACK! Hell, I will be the first one to stand up for and defend my race and the first person to recognize how much my race means to me. I am really enriched in black traditions and culture, but I'm not going to be an asshole and say "I only want to hang out with black people because that is the color of my skin." Man, that's bull shit and we all know it. I celebrate my race, but I am also human and I enjoy different kinds of beautiful personalities and cultures. Is that a crime? When did my blackness become a chore?

Well...

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 06:39:34 GMT

I'm here, you're here. So let's get down to it. I'm just on here cause the I'm a very curious human being. I love to chat so leave messages or strike up a convo. I don't know what else to write so I'm leaving this entry as is.

madjazz06

Who Knew Being Black is Such a Chore? Part I

Well...