My daughter is dating a black dude
White men have preoccupied me my whole life, from the schoolyard to the subway, but these days I’m seeing them differently.
They’re no longer the object of my affection, a mirror for my self-worth, or an affirmation of my beauty. The night Trump was elected, I wrote about feeling lonely.
You dress like a street walker, and you sulk when we take you to church.
You have no respect for morals, and have abandoned any sense of righteousness.
Over the last several years, you’ve turned on everything that we tried to instill from childhood.
At that time, I hoped I would eventually take the high road and come to accept an interracial relationship.
I’ve gone on a few dates with white guys in the last few months, and the same thing always happens.
During a bathroom break or a trip to the bar, I’ll check my phone, and almost always there is a news alert telling me Donald Trump is attempting to curtail, or has just succeeded in curtailing, the rights of marginalized people in America.
“While it may not be anti-biblical, I know I will never accept it, and I’ll never forgive you.
My belief is that interracial relationships are despicable. There’s nothing worse than a half-black, and I’m crushed that my own daughter has entered into such a disgusting relationship…of sickening choices, and I won’t tolerate it.” Hicks is dating a Black guy named Nike and her dad is “disgusted” with the union and demanded she assumes a new identity.