I’m a black girl from Detroit who fell in love with a white Jewish boy from Philadelphia. It was a Saturday night, a typical gathering of 20-somethings. Sounds like a small thing, but that got me interested. Donny and I dated for three months before the topic of meeting family came up. I had heard horror stories from friends who also dated interracially—the painful silent dinners, the follow up commentary drip-fed for weeks. If you have a story to tell or a lesson to share and you’d like to contribute to our site as a guest, please email us at [email protected]
I I know, it sounds like it’s straight out of A Bronx Tale (great movie! The beer selection was Coors Light, Budweiser and Modelo. Most people made snide remarks, except one disheveled boy, bearded with a flannel shirt. Already struggling with school and in a somewhat precarious emotional state, I didn’t want jeopardize myself. If we’re a great match, we’d love to tell you more about joining our family of writers.
A few years ago, I dated a black guy and my parents practically disowned me. It’s terrible that your parents are being this way, and the only thing I can say is that I’m glad they didn’t pass this way of thinking onto you.
I don’t want that to happen, but I don’t want to have to choose between my happiness with this guy and my family. You have two options here: you can date this guy in secret, or you can be honest with your family. Dating in secret is really difficult and emotionally exhausting.
Perhaps people are staring because they consider you a particularly attractive couple. Buzzfeed"My hubby and I have been married for fourteen years - he's black and I'm white. My husband was about to leave for the store and he gave me a kiss and said he loved me, and after he left, my sister said, 'Dang ... ' My response to her was, 'Jerks come in all colors - I just have a great husband! But I’ve never dated a white guy, let alone sat down at a dinner table with a white family. Should I draw a parallel between ancient Jews and black people in America? I remember rolling the windows up and down throughout the ride. I thanked him for the recognition and insisted I wasn’t anyone special. We’re told to not prejudge situations, but experience can challenge that call. Accordingly, I approached meeting Donny’s parents apprehensively. Within a few minutes of meeting his parents, I realized my apprehension was unwarranted. Inspired by a social worker at a young age, Carmel decided to dedicate her life to helping children in need. We drove to his parents on a Sunday night, a small suburb outside Philadelphia. As we left, Steven pulled me aside and thanked me for the work I do, explaining that there aren’t enough social workers in this country. [image: via Guian Bolisay on flickr] Carmel Jones is a 32 year old social worker living in Philadelphia.Approach your parents on your own, not with this guy.