The dark-skinned blacks were made to seem as if they were always going to be less than American. Not only do blacks receive racism from other races, but we receive it from our own race as well. We are all beautiful, in our own way. A few years ago I told my amaretto-colored sister that I wished that I could be her complexion, but she shocked me when she told me that she always wished that she could have my complexion. We are predisposed to hate one another, and it all dates back to slavery with the difference between house and field slaves.
Race is a funny thing.
No matter how you try to escape it, it's thrown into your face on a daily basis, filling out applications, passing a pulled over car, seeing someone run down the street, on television, in music, every aspect of our day has race in our faces. At the grocery store we may see a well-dressed black woman with two children, and in the back of our minds we say to ourselves she is going to use her link card, but when she pulls out her credit card instead we could basically kick ourselves for thinking such a racist remark. When we see a white woman walking through the store in sweats and dirty tennis shoes, we assume she just came from the health club. When we see a black woman dressed like that, we think something else. In music, everyone assumed that Mariah Carey was the white man's answer to Whitney Houston, but when the media found out that she was not white but was actually of African-American descent, the press was all over this story.