Thinking Out Loud: The Truth About Interracial Marriagerelationships
The Truth About Interracial Marriage
Welcome to my series about what I’m thinking about. These are all my own opinions and don’t represent any person or group.
Surely everyone has heard or seen the upcoming movie “Loving”. It is about the love story between Richard and Mildred Loving and their fight to legalize Interracial Marriage in Virginia. They both spent time in prison for being married under the Racial Integrity Act.
They took their fight all the way to the Supreme Court where it was overturned in 1967. That was the year I was born and I find it amazing and disgusting. It wasn’t that long ago if you think about it. Those laws at that time are the reason we have to declare our race on documents.
I have been married to a Black Man for over ten years. Love doesn’t have a color, this is true but a huge part of why I love him is because he is black. Because of what he has endured and continues to endure being black in this country.
Being in an Interracial Marriage is challenging. Often, especially in this time in history, I am torn between two worlds. We both are. There are unique challenges that we face every day. As forward thinking as we would like to think the world is, we are so not there yet.
We face racism and opposition from both races for choosing to be together. There are the looks of surprise when he introduces me or even looks of direct anger as if we stole something from them. I remember one occasion when we were cranky and bickering a little and a cop approached me , asking if he was bothering me. By the way, that cop was black.
For me, the one thing that at times stands between us is I will never truly understand what it is like to be black. I will always belong to the entitled race. That was something that bothered me from the beginning because I felt like it stood between us and always would in a way. Now, we are our own group in so much as acceptance isn’t as readily available as you think. It can be difficult fitting in, even amongst family.
Racism is horrible but being caught between the black and white world means I understand how my own people think and feel. I have always felt that we are all selfish in so much as if something doesn’t affect us directly we don’t care about it and will go so far as to say it doesn’t exist. I believe many have this attitude because of misinformation and the lack of enough information.
I have heard it said over and over that Racism and hatred are taught. Sure that’s true but aside from that, what else is taught? I was taught nothing except the most important gift you can give yourself and your children. “Compassion”. I was taught to be a compassionate person and that is to all humans.
People don’t want to believe that people are being singled out and killed because of the color of their skin despite the overwhelming evidence. Instead of looking for ways to correct the injustice it is being swept under the rug and all people should be mad as hell at the gross abuse of power. Do I hate cops? No, I hate the system that created the problem.
Being with someone of a different race has opened my eyes to the truth about Civil Rights and injustice. To feeling compassion and tolerance for everyone. My dream is that people wake up to the fact that we are all part of the same community and we should celebrate love and our differences.