racist talk

I was raised by racists. I realize that now. I kind of did then but didn't have enough reference points to understand the degree. It's taken my black hairless dog to finally change how my brain sees dark coloured skin.
While that transformation was coming over me I started thinking about beauty and perfection and evolution.  i thought how this dog's beauty was in part becuase the breed was shaped by evolution, by nature, not by human direction.  I thought that this maybe is the epitome of what appeals to us instinctively, above and beyond issues of health and strength, which are the first things that strike our beauty chords.
So then I started thinking, the folks in africa, they're in the environment wherein humans evolved. They're the original human form, right? Tightly curled black hair and deeply tanned glossy skin. Full lips and large liquid eyes.  Human beauty. Then the rest of us are the result of localized environmental pressure mutations when we were forced into marginal climates and had to adapt to surive.  There too we clearly have found beauty and I prize all the phenotypes for all the lovely variety of human beauty. 
What's changed, for me, is seeing the african beauty.  It's now coming in smoothly without all the racial overtones, or nearly so. The racial overtones are now stark and I can scrub at them to remove them. I can see the picture I'm lookign for. My brain gets it now. Beauty, that's what these beautiful black people are, the beautiful people. The faraway exotic race of such intense beauty that legend spoke of them. And now they are one with us and our culture has jealously oppressed them to try and erase the beauty that made them look less beautiful themselves.

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