Growing up in New Hampshire didn’t prevent me from making friends or dating guys who weren’t white.
I felt a certain pride in hanging out with people who were Dominican, Indonesian, Laos, Filipino, Hispanic, etc. My parents taught me good morals, like not judging others by their appearance, though I did have to keep my jaw clenched when I visited relatives.
Considering the fact that is set the be the biggest, Blackest movie of the year, and the first superhero movie to feature a Black lead, it seems highly unlikely that there will actually be a boycott.
Still, you can check out some of the Twitter reactions below.
No matter how anxious I was to tell my family about my boyfriend, I felt proud of my interracial relationship, like we were the result of the world uniting and becoming a better place.
While some people smiled at us as we held hands in D. or walked side by side around the Inner Harbor, others just stared with disapproving eyes.
” Though I knew my parents wouldn’t care, wouldn’t forbid be from seeing him, or treat him differently than my past boyfriends, the fact that I felt the need to admit he was black, as if it were a crime is absurd.
How many times had I said “Mom, I met this guy, he’s white”?
I get alot of negative feedback from African American women.
I'm not saying the nice ones don't exist but society is killing the niceness out of them.
His family welcomed me with open arms and I am a better person because of it.