Now that Ronda Rousey’s Black, Does this Mean I Gotta Like Her?

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I always thought it was a mistake.

Always knew it would backfire.

Not that I minded. It gave us way more people. But the problem was that eventually, it was doomed to give us someone that they didn’t wanna give up.

And you thought it would stop with Carly Simon?

Slash?

Pete Wentz?

Nah, those were just the ones we knew about.

Thing is, there’s probably a lot more.

There’s gotta be.

If there was and is such a thing as “passing” then you know some people have been passing and still are.

But, the thing is, we didn’t make the rules.

And if we’re honest about it, they were in our favor.

Anybody with even 1/16th Black blood was Black?

Shit, that’s just about everybody in the world!

And I get it; being Black is supposed to be such a stigma, the blood itself supposed to be such a taint, evidence that you’re unwittingly a member of the worst group in the world.

That’s why the word “Nigger” is considered such a horrific condemnation. Not because of the sound or the lettering or any close proximity in verbiage to another dreaded thing, but because of who it describes.

And I wish I could have said that I knew.

I wish I didn’t have to find out at 11:03 the night before this writing and via an email from a friend.

Turns out the great and formerly undefeated MMA fighter Ronda Rousey’s great-grandfather was a pioneering Black doctor that left New York for Candada and a trailblazing medical practice that included – as is often the case in these stories – championing social justice, but also featured famed acquaintances like Cab Calloway.

It’d be cool if I could write “must have been nice”, but in reality, it was probably closer to hell.

No pioneering life is a fun one.

Even the people that wanna pioneer usually only aspire from the safety of their sofas.

Imagining being Columbus is only cool until you remember that starvation had him and his crew eating their ship’s rats.

But I’m usually so good with features and stuff like that.

And even though she was a tad sexier than the average white girl, she still looked white to me – and because of that, I still didn’t like her.

Do I have to change now?

Almost as importantly, will white opinions of her change?

Race is such a funny thing in America.

For something that’s not even really real, it’s treated like the penultimate certainty.

And look, I’m guilty of it too.

Ready to change my whole opinion of a woman who I though was an arrogant bitch – because of her thing with Floyd Mayweather – just because now she happens to be Black.

And of course, that’s another thing.

It’s not like “now she happens to be Black”, she’s always been Black; its that the rest of us are just now finding out about it.

And there it is, the racist are right, I’m no better.

I like her now.

She’s even cute.

About 1/8th of her at least.

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dickiebhee
Dickie Bhee is a self-styled lunatic, a Renaissance showman, a Class A, Grade A buffoon, a nigga that believes in the greatness of Niggerhood a social gadfly and a genuine Man About Town. Also: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01E7NYMP4

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