Say It Loud, I'm Black and I'm Proud!
As someone mentioned in their comments on her blog, (not a quote verbatim), why can’t we (all) be looked on as just a human being?
I agree, after all, I'm just a human being, a woman of color, of Caribbean birth (born in Jamaica), and a Naturalized citizen of the good old US of A. Need I go into my ancestry? Ok, I’m a descendant of the Maroons of Jamaica (who by the way were said to be from Africa, but they are Jamaicans first), I’m also of English descent, with a little bit of other "types" thrown in. So what am I?
Who cares! If it makes anyone feel comfortable to categorize and put me in a box, knock yourself out it doesn't really matter to me.
Let me state however, for the “PC” (as Little Whip says) of it, that I’m ever so grateful to all those (and even more for the “PC” of it) African Americans who have made strides in our history for me to live my life with the freedom I do. For the fact that I can drink from any water fountain I want and use any bathroom at any gas station when I need to (at least I hope I still can); for all the wrongs that they have righted and all the causes they have stood up for, I am one grateful, happy black woman! Thank you also to my mighty ancestors from the Island of Jamaica who fought for our freedom to be an independent country. Let it never be said that I’m ungrateful.
But if it makes others like me typecast me because I "sound white" and horror of horrors "you don't even sound Jamaican, I would never have guessed!", "Speak Jamaican for me". Yikes, I've heard it all. I am what I am, what I am. Should I walk around with a label on my back or on my chest? No way.
It just gets really tiresome when you're being judged because you're the color you are and not the person you are. It's time that we get over ourselves and stop typecasting. Do you want to hear a recent story of a lovely telephone conversation I had with a client recently? Oh it was very nice, very proper. When she saw me in person, wow, if I had a camera to snap the expression, LOL! The horror, I'm black! Now if I was to take this personally I would have a big chip on my shoulder!
Life is too short. Take me or leave me, I don't really care. But I do care enough because my children are going out in this world everyday, and they are even more mixed up than I am, they have to identify legally with what I am on the legalized forms that have the “African American” terminology and just because their mom is black (this rule in itself is outdated!) they’re often thrown into that category. Sometimes I just don't respond and other times I check all the boxes, just to get their goat!
Although there are still so many mountains to climb just because we’re so hang up on the color of someone’s skin. A person can’t just be a person; can’t just be talented without it being noted that they are Black. Why can’t it be, “that man who is very talented”; or that woman who is the president of the university”; or “that woman who was crowned Miss USA”; or that actor who was so good in that movie”?
So to end this long tirade, “Hi, I'm Donna, I like music, art, movies, theatre, museum-hopping, reading, watching television, spending time with my kids, meeting people, blogging, I'm a democrat (proudly so and that's my choice), going to the beach, partying, hiking, just plain having fun and enjoying life. I'm so varied in my moods and my opinions, not to mention my taste. Why oh why does it matter if I refer to myself as black, can't we just all get along?
Actually she was a well educated and I may add very attractive black lady. The fact that she was black is only important for the fact that she couldn't seem to understand why I chose not to select only one category. I would think she of all people would "get the point". 
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