How Does It Feel To Be A White Man .or Boy

What is it like dating a white boy as a black girl?

As a freshman in college, I dated a guy named Kyle that lived a few miles from me. Kyle's stepfather and half of his siblings were either black or mixed. He grew up with them since he was a kid in Florida. He came to live with his biological father during college.We took a late class together and decided to carpool. We became really close. He would point out racist people to me, people who spoke freely about their racist views to him because they assumed he agreed with them.When we began dating, we got looks sometimes. Black guys that normally ignored me; being the nerdy, virgin bookworm that I was, would flirt with me right in front of Kyle saying things like, “You need a real man. A black man. Come over here by me. He can't do you like I can!” I would give them looks and leave the place with Kyle.We couldn't go to places with a lot of black men because of this. But we had to be careful about everywhere we went. We would often meet for group lunches with other couples. We were invited to visit one guy's home to ride horses for the weekend. We were making arrangements about whom would ride with whom when he said, “Ah, well you can't come. I'm sorry. My parents and grandparents are kind of racist. Maybe next time?” I just walked off with tears in my eyes. Kyle ran behind me and hugged me telling me he didnt want to go either. One by one everyone else dropped out too.Although Kyle was very supportive, it put a huge strain on our relationship. We were only 18. He wasn't prepared for Alabama racism and neither was I. I was raised colorblind by my parents. I guess they thought they were protecting me. I developed panic attacks and anxiety disorder. One professor was so horrible to me my mother had to come to the school and talk to him. Kyle and I drifted apart and eventually lost touch. Interracial dating created horrible issues on top of our already racially charged school environment.

Why do some white guys like black girls?

Allow me to start by asserting that I am not racist.  Simply speaking, dark toned skin just does not do it, for me.  My preference is: the paler, the better.  I cannot explain why, but I suspect that it is along the same reasoning that I prefer blondes over any other hair color.  But… preference aside, there are always exceptions.  That goes for my preference of skin tone, as well.Way back, before the days of digital audio and televisions that do not have knobs on them, I attended high school.  My high school was a very… white school.  Out of the entire student body, we had one black student - her skin color being very close to that of dark chocolate.  Typically, not my preference.  But, this girl, as “black” as her skin was, her interior was nothing less than the purest gold.  This girl was electric.  Magnetic, even.  She lit up any room, just by being in it.  And to go along with that incredible personality, she had a body that would make… well… anybody jealous, really.  All the curves in exactly the right places, all in exactly the right proportions.  She used those curves, too… that girl could DANCE.  And she danced all of the time.  And I would just watch.  I could not take my eyes off her.  There was that magnetism I referenced, earlier… and it was attracting me.  All preferences became irrelevant.What, exactly, attracted this white guy to that black girl?  She did.  I never even talked to her.  Ever.  But, as small of a school my school was, it was difficult to not know everybody there, even if you did not talk to them.  Even though I never talked to her, I found myself really liking her - the way she looked, the way she laughed, the way she moved, the way she positively affected everyone near her.  All of those qualities she possessed, her dark colored skin was irrelevant.  In fact, I believe it actually enhanced her other qualities.  I will not say that I was in love with her, because… come on, like I said, I never talked to her.  But, yes… I definitely liked her.

Why does it seem like there are no brown/black people with Down syndrome?

Down Syndrome or Trisomy 21 is a chromosomal disorder that occurs in all racial and ethnic groups. I did my masters thesis on the social communication skills of children with Down syndrome 20 years ago, and met families of every ethnicity who had children who had Down syndrome, including Asian , African, African American, Native American.As Jon Mixon alluded to, the fact that there are far more white people in the US is one reason why you tend to see more white kids with Down Syndrome.Children with Down syndrome can have a range of levels of cognitive function. However, there are also a lot of medical problems associated with Down Syndrome that can shorten their life span , especially cardiac issues. There are stark racial disparities in the life span of white people with DS, and people of color with DS ( in the US)In June 2001, a study was published by the Center for Disease Control and Prevention indicating a stark racial disparity in the median life spans of people with Down syndrome. The study, based on an analysis of 34,000 multiple-cause mortality files from 1968 to 1997, indicated that the median age at death for white people with Down syndrome is 50 years, while it is 25 years for black people and 11 years for people of other races.Although NDSS has operated on the assumption that a level of socio-economic disparity exists (due to poor health care, access to information and other factors), and has worked in a variety of ways to address it, NDSS was dismayed to learn that the racial disparity is so stark.NDSS reinforces the study's assertion that there is no evidence indicating that people with Down syndrome who are black or of other races are more likely to develop life-threatening conditions associated with Down syndrome.- See more at: http://www.ndss.org/About-NDSS/M...Of course black and brown people are not all poor, but they are overrepresnted in poverty, which is highly correlated with worse health outcomes.http://abcnews.go.com/Health/sto...Another factor could be any persons cultural attitudes toward disability and abortion. Since prenatal testing has allowed for it, their is a high rate of abortion of fetus' that test positive for  DS http://www.usatoday.com/story/ne...

What do white American guys think of black American guys dating white American girls?

I wrote this before I read anybody else’s answers. I guess everybody has been incredibly lucky or blessed to have nonjudgmental people in their lives. I don’t know what happened with my mostly-liberal family, but that race thing is really a trigger to some of them.My brother was—and continues to be—horrified by anybody I was dating who wasn’t white. Male or female, it didn’t matter. Black, Puerto Rican, Filipino, Nigerian, American…it was all wrong to him. Many years later, I had a mixed-race daughter (her father is black). I named her Ashanti, which to me was simple and beautiful, and also a name to be proud of. To this day my family pronounces her name wrong. “Ashantay.” Almost 21 years and they still call her by the wrong name. My oldest sister tried calling her “Ashley.” I said, “Ashley? Who’s Ashley?” They all have this idea (they say) that I was trying to be fancy and French, which is why they pronounce it with a long a instead of a long e. GRRR. I explain to them that in French the letter “i” is never pronounced like a long “a,” but it makes no difference.This really does have a lot to do with the original question. My white brothers tried to reason with me. When reasoning didn’t work, they began to ask me why I always had to go with black men. When I went to African World Fest in Milwaukee, they asked why I wasn’t going to Germanfest instead. They accused me of being trashy. They called me ghetto. And then I went and had this mixed race kid with an African name that they assumed was my idea of a stereotypical “black name,” and so deserving of no respect. In my experience, there are some very insecure white guys out there who hate to see a white woman “ruining herself” by dating outside the color lines. Fortunately, they’ve been the exception.PS: For a beautiful book about a family of mixed-race kids (with a white Orthodox Jewish mother and a black father) in the early 60s and 70s, you should check out James Mcbride’s The Color Of Water.