Interracial Dating in Atlanta

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Being from San Jose, I never thought interracial dating was a big deal. I’ve noticed while dating in Atlanta, its not as open or accepted. I get the non black guys that are nervous to approach me, but want to, or the ones that’ll date you until its time to meet their family. I’ve tried to wrap my brain around why people still think in a primitive manner, but can’t. It’s a good thing I don’t understand it because if I did, I would be like them. The only thing I could come up with is the fact that segregation didn’t really end to long ago if you think about it. And a lot of it happened in The South. Some of the first signs of making segregation illegal were Brown vs. Board of Education- May 17, 1954; with laws in between dating up to President Lyndon B. Johnson signing the Civil Rights Act of 1968. So that’s only about 42 years ago. So in a sense, it doesn’t surprise me that we still have people thinking with their 1960’s brain.

In short, take people for who they are. If you enjoy being with that person and he/she makes you happy, never mind race. You could be that breakage in the link that ties people to ignorance.

4 thoughts on “Interracial Dating in Atlanta”

  1. Great post. I’m a native Atlantan and it still bugs me that people are still thinking like this. I long for the day when the South completely embraces dating someone without taking race into consideration.

  2. I don’t know what problems you ladies are having. I’m a white guy living in Atlanta and I’ve been dating black women exclusively here for the past 15 years – and have not had any problems. I’ve never been turned down by any black woman I’ve approached – and I’ve never dealt with harassing peer pressure, etc. During all these years I’ve encountered less than a handful of dumb comments however from a couple of black guys who would call my date a “sellout” – and although those who did got a swift foot up their ass – it’s been years since that last happened. The most impressional encounter with it I’ve had was one afternoon in 1998, at the Underground in Atlanta – some religious nut (elderly black lady) preaching on a street corner called out to us about not being “equally yoked” – clearly misinterpreting the meaning of the expression.

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