White Cougars and Vampires
A black male FaceBook friend posted a status asking about the maximum appropriate age difference in mate selection. The sixth person to post a comment was a white woman who said, “Once again, Love does NOT discriminate against color, or age!”
Pests always come when you set out bait. One of the two comments I posted was:
“I have a lot of tolerance for a difference in age. No tolerance at all for different positions of the race bar. Older white women have been pouncing on nonwhite males all over the globe—saving up their vacation days to do it. (And, there are far fewer white women who remain physically attractive past 40 than black women.) As long as white supremacy dominates this planet, no white person should be having sex with any person who is not white.”
I got un-friended by someone just after that comment. Don’t know who. But, it wasn’t the guy seeking advice. Yet???
See, a couple of days ago, another black male started a thread that strayed onto the subject of the better suitability of black females for marriage who reside in places other than what is called the “United States.” I don’t recall the original topic. But, it wasn’t the domestic vs. import comparison. When the conversation veered onto that road, a man who appeared to be white entered saying that he had found that women outside of the United States are not so hooked into the commercialism , blah, blah, blah…. The direct and indirect conversation about racism (white supremacy) was over.
Trying to bring attention to the suspected vampire’s presence, I asked, “Are you a white person?” He never replied. The black male hosting the thread did. The black male asked me, “What does Richard’s ‘ethnicity’ have to do with this subject?” I explained the relevance. That nothing confuses black people more about the system of white supremacy (racism) than participating in or witnessing sexual/romantic activity between black and white persons. And, that white people look for discussions like the one occurring to sexually prey upon black people. The black owner chastised me about straying from the subject and not having the spine to talk to Richard privately… Yeah, privately. I’m not volunteering my private to any white man.
I explained to this black male that keeping it public took far more courage than some private sidebar with a white person—especially since I knew that many black people have been trained to defend white people from black people’s suspicion of them. That keeping the secrets of white people supports the system of racism (white supremacy).
We aren’t friends anymore. Along with some nasty comments about my spine and lack of wisdom, he told me that I had not followed his earlier instruction “not to start any nonsense.” — If I had, indeed, received any such message, I’d have asked him what he meant when he said “nonsense.” And, I sure wouldn’t have posted anything to his wall until I received an answer that I understood. I tried to reply to his message by asking him for a copy of that directive but he had already blocked me from contacting him. A few deep breaths but no tears here. I’ve got over a thousand other cyber-“friends” and millions more to choose from. It’s just that we could have been not-friends without the conflict.
FB is, for me, a video game in which I am trying to complete my counter-racist online mission while dodging white cougars and vampires and trying not to harm anyone with friendly fire.