Kaelyn Gundrum
25 March 2014
Landscape Essay
Stereotypes of Black Women
In the past few years, I have grown a lot closer to my little brother. Although most of the time our conversations don’t go too far past video games, food and what teachers to stay away from in high school, those things helped us get along better. But recently we had a setback that hit me harder than he realizes. On the night my mom told me my brother had a white girl friend, I shot him a look so cold that he literally jumped back. Though my mother felt the same as I did, she was fully aware that I rarely bit my tongue for anything. Then, I sat back and thought “I shouldn’t be like that, if he truly likes someone, race shouldn’t matter.” I was beginning to come around to the idea until I heard him mutter “That’s because all of the black girls are loud and ghetto.” I twisted my mouth, looked up and asked for the strength not to do anything drastic. Even though this was my first time hearing him say anything like that, it didn’t matter. He didn’t know how many times I’ve sat back in the shadows and heard black men put a label on all of us like that, and that I was now looking at him with the same resentment I’ve looked at them with.
From about 6th grade up until my junior year in high school, I went around honestly thinking that I wasn’t worth anyone’s time because of the stereotypes that had been beaten into my head. Whether it was along the lines of “they’re all too loud” “they always want to fight” or “they don’t know how to act”, it was always something, and I did not posses a single quality everyone was always complaining about. The fact that I was quiet and no one singled me out, got me grouped in with the rest of the loud black girls that I grew up with, only because they made themselves known and were always starting trouble, so they were always the ones who were noticed. Besides that, if I had spoken up about the issue, no matter how I approached, I’m sure I would have received at least one “Oh, you’re just an angry black girl” coming my way.
My junior year in high school was the turning point for me, I realized I had to make myself known without fighting, or being loud and obnoxious. Part of it could have been because the boys were finally starting to mature, but I like to think of it as a point in my life where I proved everyone wrong. When that time came, I got all of the attention I was searching for and heard the phrase “you’re not like everyone else” quite often. And every time a black man said that to me, I could hear my moms words echoing in my ear clear as day, “When your senior year rolls around, all of the boys will come to their senses, and they will be looking for the girls who are going off to college, who haven’t been around, the ones that are going to do something with their lives.” Even though I was and still am very young, I admit I had almost given up on my race, but this time I was proved wrong, and ended up finding a black man that treats black women like the queens they are. So I now know that they are still out there, and he will probably never understand how grateful I am for him, because of all of the negativity I’ve had to deal with, but more importantly, anyone who can prove me wrong is more than worthy. However, it may have worked out for me in the end, but I know there are other black girls feeling the same exact way I did feeling unwanted, rejected and being labeled for actions that are not their own, that would give anything just to feel appreciated. Love is love no matter the race, but do not completely rule out a whole group because of the first thing you see. It honestly breaks my heart to see history repeating itself like this, and seeing my brother being one of the people that I despised so much. My fourteen year old brother, his best friend, my cousin they all have a lot to learn and I’m trying my best to give them knowledge and my own experiences, because this type of ignorance is not bliss and if we can’t educate the next generation then no one will.