A Man’s Perspective: Pressure Over Interracial Relationship…But She’s Worth It

Hi there, I just wanted to comment… I’m a white man who has found himself falling in love with a black woman. I’ve dated outside my race one time before, but this woman is amazing. She is a doctor and...

Style: Hi there,

I just wanted to comment… I’m a white man who has found himself falling in love with a black woman. I’ve dated outside my race one time before, but this woman is amazing. She is a doctor and a professor, and when I listen to her, and converse with her, she really gives me a run for my money, and I really enjoy her, and the mental stimulation she provides. When I see her, I don’t even notice her skin tone, I just see her beauty, and it leaves me breathless with an elevated heartbeat.

I was browsing around on the internet seeking more knowledge about IR, especially black women and white men… I want to better appreciate what she may be feeling about falling in love with a white man. I know that we all have pressures and stereotypes imposed externally, and sometime internally that confuse us. I’ve always believed that people should be allowed to love and marry whom they choose; however, I also know that society often seems to frown, and strongly points us at “certain” allowable relationships, and the BW-WM seems to be one of the most disfavored by certain segments.

My perception thus far has been that black women who opt to date white men, are often the subject of extreme negativity from black men, and many white women as well. Maybe my perception is wrong, I don’t know, it’s just my perception from my life experiences, (I’m 43) so I’m not a young man. It honestly blows my mind to think that a person could be considered as betraying their race by dating outside it; then, get bush wacked as being a racist for not dating outside the race…all in the same condemning breath. It seems like black women are damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

At any rate I was thrilled to find your website, and although your target audience is black women, I as a white man, who’s the subject of a black woman’s affectionate interest… I want to know all I can about what thoughts, feelings and pressures she may be facing as a result of her decision to bless me with her affections. This quest found me here looking at all your articles, so please keep this in your mind that some of us men out here want to devour and comprehend the IR. Your audience is wider than you may realize…

In closing, I’ll say that I’m a little scared by the historic negative norms of this type of IR; but when I see her face all my fears melt into silence, and the world disappears… She takes my breath away and all I see is her.

~C.

 

Dear C,

Thanks for sharing your thoughts in this beautiful letter. I am sure that many women and men will enjoy and learn from your experiences. Actually, you are welcome to comment on my site as you wish. Yes, the site was created for black women who are in or have an interest in interracial relationships, but after receiving many comments and messages from men wanting to discuss their interests and relationships with black women, and from black women wanting to know what the men were thinking, I realize that this site can only become richer when we can interact with one another.

It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it, when you meet someone whom you know is just worth it, come what may. I get the idea from your message that this is what you feel for her, and what she feels for you.

On the topic of social negativity, we were once on the receiving end of a loud rant in public from a black man, and have received glares from some black men, passive-aggressive looks from head to toe from a few very young white women which is sometimes followed by flips of the hair or suggestive poses that are perhaps meant to catch his attention, “if looks could kill” glares from elderly white women, and an infinite stream of hostile cyber-messages from many black men and a few black women. Besides cowardly internet fruitbaskets, we receive little raw hostility, actually. Most people take a second glance, but many of those looks are mere curious or even accompanied by friendly smiles or even friendly comments.

We experienced incidents of external pressure. One occurred in college. A blonde female friend frequently pointed out random black guys who showed interest in me and kept subtly implying that my guy, who was my boyfriend then, would only toy with me or use me for sex. She was so clever with all of her mindgames – never saying anything directly – that at times I was couldn’t be sure if she was actually saying what I thought she was, or if it was I who was beginning to subconsciously doubt my relationship and just projecting the doubts onto her words. Being around someone who is skilled in mindgames can do a number on your mind and make you doubt even yourself. When her mindgames failed to sabotage my relationship, she sent my boyfriend highly provocative photos of herself. The games ended when he immediately forwarded the pictures to me so I’d know what she was up to. She claimed she’d just been looking out for me by testing him – but I let the friendship die. Ironically, it was she and her steady boyfriend who ended up breaking up shortly after. Her guy started to lose his battle with clinical depression, and she cheated on and then dumped him.

Another incident took place shortly after I graduated. My guy and I lived in two different cities. He acquired an apartment for us with the plan that we would immediately have a civil marriage at the County Clerk’s office, and then plan a wedding ceremony with family and friends. The moving company ripped me off, leaving me only with the clothes on my back, so we didn’t make it to the County Clerk. The landladies, a middle-aged white lesbian couple, took to him immediately upon meeting him (everyone likes him), embracing him like a son. He told them I’d be arriving and moving in two days after he did; they agreed and informed him of the rent, and said they trusted him so much that they wouldn’t make him sign a lease. When I arrived, they were cold to me and barely acknowledged me, though they continued to treat him warmly. After 5 days, they pretended to have had no prior knowledge that I would be a tenant, and demanded we pay nearly double the rent immediately. The questions and comments they made to him privately – “What does your family think of her?” “Does your mother like her?” and “Well, we like you. You can stay,” after he informed them that we could not pay it and would have to leave – made their motives clear. The cost of relocating, security, rent and the fact that the moving company doubled what they were charging set us back financially. We had no choice but to put the marriage on hold, give up the apartment and, in my case, to return to my city. He ultimately obligated the landladies to return all monies plus extra under threat of a lawsuit, and I did get my stuff from the moving company. Ironically, the landladies’ lesbian relationship ended very badly, and the two were forced by a court to sell off their properties and split the profits. They ultimately had to sell for far less than market value – meaning they lost a lot of money.

Rather than being thankful for what they had and using their energy to secure and build on it so that they could be happy, the individuals chose to be a negative obstacle in our lives. Yet, we are the ones who are still together and going strong today, while the lives of those who tried to ruin our relationship are in shambles. My ex-friend could not break into journalism in her dead-end town after graduation, and became a stripper at a cheap joint. I don’t take pleasure in her misfortune, since I once cared about her and she cared about me in her own twisted way. She just was never sure what to do with me when she realized I didn’t feel inferior. When I first met her, she randomly blurted out cliché reassurances about my hair and skin tone (i.e. “But you can do so much with your hair!” and a few remarks I see in this video) as if she’d looked up and memorized a list. I felt embarrassed for her, and pretended not to notice. She grew up in a tiny town where everyone shared her color, so she didn’t know how to deal with me as simply a human being. When she realized I didn’t need her reassurances due to being very comfortable with myself, she felt confused and then threatened…and the games began. Anywho, I do feel vindicated in the case of those awful landladies. I am sure they receive far more harassment for being lesbians (one is butch, so strangers know) – yet they treated me like an alien and acted as if our relationship was unnatural.

Externally, things haven’t been smooth as glass. Internally, I feel at peace in my relationship. When we first met, we were similar, as life-transforming experiences had shaped us to have similar thinking patterns, so the initial connection was natural. We met while young enough to still be finding ourselves, so we each contributed heavily to the other’s personal growth – which is intense, because you always feel as if a piece of the other lives within you when they help make you who  you are. We developed a powerful bond, growing together and learning to understand each other’s needs, so it’s difficult for me to imagine anyone who could complement me more perfectly. He tells me the same often in regards to himself. I can’t say that I yearn for, or wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship with a man who shared my color, or feel as if I am missing anything. This is my normal. He is my normal. I wish you two the best, and encourage you to keep letting the ignorance of the society fall away, and focus on the love you feel for each other. Love that is deep and true will help you weather the storms of life, together, as we have.

Just remember that she is the only one who knows exactly what she may be thinking, feeling, and experiencing, so she is the best person to ask. Don’t hesitate to communicate.

About Velour

I am a young woman who is of a Caribbean ethnicity, and American by nationality. I'm married to a white man, whom I met during my teens. We've been together for nearly a decade. I have some female relatives and friends who are also married interracially. I share my experiences and thoughts in order to encourage and support other black women who are in interracial relationships or considering the possibility.