Nate Parker’s “White” Wife & the Oddball Reactions to Her

Nate Parker and wife Sarah ParkerMercedes-Benz IMG New York Fashion Week Fall 2009 - G-Star - Inside ArrivalsNew York City, USA - 17.02.09Credit: (Mandatory): Andres Otero/


First of all, she’s a Latina.

Nate Parker, star of the upcoming Nat Turner biopic, Birth of a Nation, has a wife that got the poor fool dragged (and defended) on social media because of her pale skin is being mislabeled as a “white” woman.

Trust me, there’s a huge difference between a Latina and a white woman. Just ask one. Ask either, actually.

I mean, her last name was DiSanto, not Spears, Perry, Swift or Cyrus.

Then there’s the division in responses to her – since she’s interpreted as being white – which, though predictable, are still pretty damn interesting.

As it turns out, the sisters are more or less giving her and Nate a pass.

It’s Black men who have more or less quarantined themselves as haters and come out as adamantly opposed.

Now, this response flies in the face of, as I’ve written before, the way I was raised.

Growing up surrounded by nothing but Black women, a nigga wasn’t even granted full authenticity until the ladies of my family saw a wife.

Therefore, some new Black rising star would be treated with suspicion until a pic surfaced somewhere of him with his arm wrapped around a female.

If that female was Black, he was ok to be celebrated.

If not, don’t speak his name aloud.

This being the case, Tweets like the following, represent to me the dawning of a new sensibility in Black female America:

I’d like to say I’m totally relieved by this and the truth is, I’m mostly relieved but, you know me, I’m also kinda troubled.

See, I’m the first to agree with the philosophy that you can marry whoever the fuck you want, and despite some of my clowning posts of the past, I never really try to play psychologist to detect the levels of perceived self-loathing allegedly evidenced by those that chronically date outside their race, but there is one issue that Black women have too readily accepted that is more than problematic, it’s downright self-genocidal.

The worst part is, the women that embrace the following ethos are some of the ones you’ll hear calling most ardent and stringently for “Black Unity.”

And that ethos is “I don’t need no man”.

I’m almost tempted to imagine that my people can’t be that stupid and that this was a mindset installed with Willie Lynch Syndrome and all the other methods of systematic control and destruction of Black culture.

How on earth could a woman not need a man?

Hell, men need men.

And the fact that you’re alive unless you’re ready to argue that there needs to be an addition to the New Testament, is evidence that a man was “needed” for your very existence.

And the worst part, the scariest too, is the fact that far too many women that either believe or utter this nonsense are parents; predictably single parents.

Simply, the reason the very creation of a child requires two parents is because the child will need both of them, and anybody actively perpetuating the notion that Black women don’t “need” men is doing a far worse thing than selling crack in a school zone.

They’re not only attempting to get us to view as “normal” the scarcity of Black men due to imprisonment, murder and “distraction” (fill in your own blank there), but they’ve also – like I’ve written 2 billion times – thrust masculine traits like “strength” upon Black women, cleverly making them ineligible for beauty.

That shit is ridiculous.

We’re dysfunctional enough already.

And to get better, we’ll need each other.

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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.

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