Light skinned writer says black women are harder to befriend.

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    Kim Lute a light skinned writer says most of her female friends are
    white because black women are difficult to befriend in an article tittled ‘The Problem with Black Women’ which was published on Huffington Post Kim explained her instance and experiences being of lighter complexion.
    Her article below….

    Welcome to the plight of the light African American woman navigating
    the “darker the berry the sweeter the juice” cosmos, where mere
    physical
    differences (fine hair to thicker locks and thin lips to billowy pouts)
    serve as the basis for generational division. Sadly, I recently learned
    that these divisive lines, created generations ago, remain
    frustratingly in place.

    In all fairness, this “mulatto” (which technically I am not) has led a
    far easier life simply because I lack darkness. The unwritten rule is
    that the darkest women are the most burdened while lighter black women
    are, I suppose, damned to “house Negro problems” that equate to mere
    hiccups in days that are perpetually long with happiness, job promotions
    and our pick of viable suitors.

    Dark or light, black women are long
    overdue to finally own up to our deep-rooted resentment toward one
    another. No, I may not have lost out on a promotion, but when I walk
    into a room I am still deemed an “other.” It’s not clear to most to what
    extent I am unlike the majority, but it’s enough to ensure my piece of
    the American pie is unfairly smaller than non-blacks.

    Allow me to join an already uncomfortable conversation. I’m going out
    of my cotton-picking mind trying to convince my darker sisters that I’m
    not their competitor, and that loving who I am, and what I look like,
    isn’t a condemnation of darker women. If I’ve made great strides in my
    career it is because I’ve faltered, failed and tried again, ad nauseam.
    But is also because society finds me less threatening. I do not believe
    I’m prettier than any other woman, and know that my finest qualities
    have nothing to do with my “funny-colored eyes” or “fine hair.” I’m
    saddened that we have imposed a self-defeating value system based mainly
    on our exterior differences. And contrary to certain beliefs, I too
    have experienced the most blatant racists insults, perhaps more so than
    others because I’m a writer who targets her subjects indiscriminately.
    Don’t let this “light, damn near white” complexion fool you.

    As a journalist, author and the designated “light girl” in my coterie,
    I’m frankly “Fanny Lou-Hamer tired” of the nitpicking among black women.
    Since moving to Atlanta in the millennia, I’ve befriended
    mostly white women. Why? The unvarnished truth lies somewhere between my
    own emotional hang-ups and the fact that most of the darker black women
    I’ve met are competitive, strident, pushy and critical of my decisions.
    As such, it’s been easier to socialize with those women who value my
    friendship without stipulations and constant backtalk. Thus, my
    friendships with white women are neat, unfettered and based solely on
    our likes and dislikes.

    And instead of forcing my friendship on
    black women who want nothing to do with me, I’ve allowed my other
    relationships to develop organically even if it meant there was a
    glaring absence of color that would cause my ancestral foremothers to
    spin in their unmarked graves.
    So why is it so hard for some black women (myself very much included)
    to foster and gain positive long-term friendships with each other? The
    initial response would be petty jealousy, arrogance and confrontational
    behavior, systemic roadblocks that were put in place long before this
    generation was born. The whole truth, I suspect, harkens back to
    slavery, in which blacks as a whole were forcibly pitted against one
    another; no group more so than black women. Lighter mothers, daughters
    and sisters were given an unfair, unjust and amoral advantage over
    so-called jezebels, mammies and jigaboos which fostered disheartening
    prejudices that continue to stain and cripple our modern day
    relationships.

    You can read the full article Huffington Post

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