This is my most favorite Janis Ian song, and I wish the ending would have been different like she said but in those times it just wouldn't have flyed. Men who have protected and supported me through some of the darkest days of my life. I might even spend an evening charming some former frat bros at the bar for my personal amusement. It was just there in the back of my mind: I can hang out, work with, live next to and even call white men friends, but I don’t date them. Made me feel a bit hypocritical and narrow-minded, two states I actively work to avoid.Ted, if you're going to hide behind the race card, at least have your facts straight (and the bug out of your ear).
Will my “ Richard Tanne’s film “Southside with You” tells the story of Barack and Michelle Obama’s first date.
In it, there is an imagined scene where Michelle asks why Barack ended things with his college girlfriend, who was white.
Too bad that far too many of those who claim to be Dr.
King's followers are the first ones to scream about the color of one's skin instead of the content of their character. The vast majority opposing his attempted takeover of medicine don't give a **** what color he is.
On July 16th 1967, sixteen year old Janis Ian performed at the famed Newport Folk Festival in Newport, Rhode Island...
At the time her "Society's Child (Baby I've Been Thinking)" was in its second of two weeks at #14 on Billboard's Hot Top 100 chart and that was also its peak position on the chart....I was told not to talk to black people because it's not nice...hmmm, I wonder if the people who told me that are racists?Artie Butler was responsible for the very nice harpsichord and organ work, including the famous organ coda (the producer, Shadow Morton, asked him to come up with something catchy for the end, and he made it up on the spot). One is named after Nathan Bedford Forrest, a lieutenant general in the Confederate Army. Both are men I would trust to raise and protect my son should the need arise. Or wonder whether Justin Timberlake’s prowess on the dance floor translated into, well, other areas. It was not a hard-and-fast rule, as in: I don’t date white guys.Men of character, wit and charisma, alongside whom I have spent some of the best times of my life. East and South Asians, Persians, Arabs, Native Americans, Polynesians — all options as far as I was concerned. Then came the night my girlfriend jokingly called me a racist after I rejected a list of possible options, including her brilliant and cute brother, because they just were “not my type,” my longtime code for “melanin-deficient.” We laughed about it. I pride myself on being open and accepting people at face value, yet, consciously or not, I was writing off millions of single and potentially interesting American men simply because they were white.Fear of being ostracized by those very same men or fetishized by their white counterparts. I grew up surrounded by handsome black men who were strong-minded, hard-working, upwardly mobile and worldly. At a home, it was understood that if Billy Dee Williams — not Paul Newman, not Richard Gere — should ever knock on our door, my mother was leaving with him. Still, as a rule, good Southern black women do not dishonor their communities or betray their history by willingly sleeping with white men. The same grace that is extended to black men who date white women is not as easily extended to black women who do the same.