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Comment by Raven Writes on May 30, 2011 at 2:11pm

So I asked my six year old son does lighter or darker skin make a woman pretty. He clearly told me how a woman acts determines their beauty. I was elated!!! Damn, something positive is being impressed upon him.

Comment by Aaron (Al) Lewis on May 29, 2011 at 4:50pm

B. I can so relate. I spent one summer with my grandmother in Chicago. Man everyday she took a rag and scrubbed the raccoon marks on my cheeks. She said dirt was embedded in there and my cheeks would be sore as hell. One day I told she had the same marks and she wanted to whip my ass. She did and many of her children did also, it was hereditary.

Comment by tanya elkafrawy on May 29, 2011 at 9:52am

this is a sad subject that we even have to deal with in the 21st century whew

Comment by Brandon Imhotep on May 29, 2011 at 2:51am

I remember when i was a young child my great-grandmother use to get some Comet and try to scrub the black off my knees and elbows. I remember thinking that i dont care about my black knees and elbows, i just want to go back outside and play.

Comment by Aaron (Al) Lewis on May 28, 2011 at 10:31pm

So I think that will be my topic on the Under the Underground show tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. at www.blogtalkradio.com/wroi

Comment by Aaron (Al) Lewis on May 28, 2011 at 10:29pm

I am sepia colored, brown. As a child my complexion was considered neither good or bad among my peer group. However darker skinned people caught pure hell. Even in my family when I said I had a new girlfriend someone was going to ask was she one of those black ass girls. That hurt very badly because my first girlfriend was dark skinned and beautiful, but somehow I got the message something was wrong with me because I was attracted to dark girls. 

Later in life as I examined this phenomena I asked myself this vital question, "If I could trade places with a dark skin person back then would I?" My answer was an unequivocal hell no. Not because I found the color unattractive or ugly, but I did not want to suffer the abuses of what I saw heaped upon them. My attempts to defend and try to counter the perception was met with severe ridicule. It was overwhelming and I internalized a deep resentment towards people who judged people like that. It is more twisted today then in was back in the mid to late 1960 and early 1970s. At least we had a black and proud mantra, at least sisters wore afros, but now, well I can't even begin to explain what happened. I do know the hip hop artists love to call them bitches and hoes for what it's worth. So which comes first the chicken or the egg?

Comment by Clifford Black on May 28, 2011 at 9:47pm

Marvin sang loudly "who really cares"?

Comment by E Donelson II on May 28, 2011 at 8:28pm

We should invest in the type of psychological learning and understanding that will eventually lead away from this type of thought progression. It can be and has been achieved through certain trainings and enlightening experiences. As it has been explained to me...much of this is the result of years of hidden/bagged emotions (shadows) of a community of people. Listen to the sage...he speaks truths!