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In their efforts to keep the black family functioning, black women have taken charge. See the predicament. They both have a problem yielding to the other. But the manufacturers of white supremacy developed a full proof plan to destroy the black family unit. They saw their opportunity and took it. When faced with the choice of attacking the root of their problems and keeping the black family unit together, black men have chosen to take the easy route; they get a white woman. They view white women as easier to manage, have less social and economic baggage, physically easier to control and have a much lower expectation of them.

Suddenly single at 52, I had a lot to learn about dating. But nothing prepared me for the casual racism. I had been with my partner for six years when she announced, abruptly, that it was over. I remember she was crying.

Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin.