What’s love got to do with it? It has everything to do with it.
We are family…and the Black race was created by Black love.
There is no other group to which I belong nor claim. Sure, my blood may have many different mixes resulting from the global reality of migration of African people, as well as time, circumstances, and polarity, but nonetheless, I am of African descent.
In the beginning, God spoke existence into being. Adam was a Black man. And Eve was created from his rib. She was his genetic equal. All Black people and life came from Africa. We were the first to BE. And God looked at what he created and knew it was good. From this divine birthing, a race of people came that would be the first to civilize the earth.
We were born in the image of God, and to not love one another, is to hate our creator.
Growing up, I never once had any reaction to seeing Black men and women married to each other or with each other romantically. However, today, with the reality of interracial dating and marriage impacting society; many Black men and women are often shocked to see a Black couple.
The media distorts the image of the Black family and thus, creates a false image of dysfunction to the masses, that becomes the new paradigm. But why do so many of us believe what is false?
I am all for love in our community. When Black fathers were in the home, our families were strong. The image of a proud, strong Black man, gave confidence to all Black sons in the community. Being married to a good Black woman was the norm.
The beautiful Black women that I saw every day in my old neighborhood in Chicago would make some fashion models look like somebody’s house pet. They were fierce. The essence of femininity and creation. Blessed with beauty, brains, and the poetic grace of gazelles, I remember how when these ladies walked down the street, it was as if even the sun stood still in respect.
There aren’t many memories I have of Black men and women hating one another. I witnessed the opposite. The Black men bragged on Black women. They loved to look at them, flirt with them, be with them, marry them, and put them on pedestals. Yes! I am a witness to Black love in all of its essence.
Being married to a Black man/woman shouldn’t shock anyone who is right in their mind. It is the only normal to me, and to me, that is divine.