I dated someone who was African American in the 1960s for a couple of years. I actually began the relationship a shade or two darker than most Whites in my nearly all White community, and I became more aware of this tiny difference the longer the relationship continued.
As more and more people knew of my relationship, I felt that the Whites no longer saw me as White, and that many of them saw me as being Black by virtue of my association; and in fact started asking me questions about African Americans, the Black Power Movement and other things.
I know it was psychological, but I certainly felt that my skin was darkening, a sensation that stayed with me long after the relationship, as I no longer saw the world the same way that the White world saw it. Not to say I was culturally competent about the African American community, but rather I didn't feel part of either world.
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