No other group in America has so had their identity socialized out of existence as have black women… When black people are talked about the focus tends to be on black men; and when women are talked about the focus tends to be on white women~ bell hooks
This is an important documentary in that it opens the door once again for needed dialog. The believing ones dark skin is a curse still exist for many women and girls of color. Women from Africa, the African Diaspora and women of African discent globally. Women who continue to buy into the myth of white and light skin being prettier than dark skin.
Erroneously believing the racist mythology if you’re white or light you’re nice and intelligent. If you’re dark you’re black and evil.
Beautiful African women on the continent of Africa, the African Diaspora and of African discent bleach their skin, causing infections and creating unnatural skin tones. Black women and women of color seeking to destroy that which is God-given, in order to achieve an image of those responsible for the colonization and enslavement of ancestors.
Many women ad girls having been indoctrinated since early children to workshop the other, whiteness. Many bombarded daily by a racist media to reject and hate self. These women and girls join their equally mentally enslaved brothers to reject the darker sister. Many by playing dark but marrying light or white. Many males who have been taught by historically equally indoctrinated parents to marry anyone darker than a brown paper bag, the old brown paper bag test.
There are several dark complexioned women interviewed for the documentary. We hear their stories and witness their tears. Though I understand centuries of racist indoctrination. I find it difficult to comprehend how such gorgeous women of lovely hue could believe themselves to be unattractive. How could the very mothers of civilization not believe themselves beautiful?
I was embraced as a child growing up by Black women of all hues from nearly white to the deepest black. I found these women stunning and longed to join their ranks of women. I have never wanted to be anyone other than myself. I was blessed to be raised by family and a community who respected and loved me. Persons who taught me to be proud and to love myself. Therefore my perspective was not that of predominant thought.
My older brother who is now an ancestor was in my opinion the most beautiful of my mother’s children. I say this with no disrespect to my other siblings. His complexion was the color of a kissed midnight a rich purple blue-black. Possessing a smile that stopped the earth on its axis. He was the color of pure rich love. Clearly there is work still to be done.
10/12/11 original posting.
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