When I was working at the Voice of America, a new secretary was a young black woman fresh out of eastern North Carolina. We got to be good buddies.
I knew why she was glad to talk to me. When I first got to Washington I would often listen to a black man at a local station who would just sit back and talk to his black audience. I missed home, and he talked in a way I was used to.
But as I said this young black woman was FRESH out of North Carolina, and she said something to a white lady working there that nobody knew how to handle, including me. She was complaining that her boy friend had dated white women.
She said to the white girl, a Federal employee, “There’s no way YOU would date a black man, is there?”
The white girl simply did not know what to say. Here was role reversal with a vengeance. If she said she WOULD date a black man, my buddy would have obviously considered her a slut. If she said she WOULDN’T date black men, every chance she ever had of promotion would be gone, if she kept her job at all.
I don’t remember the outcome. That is not the point.
The point is that the black woman did not know her role, the role we all take for granted.
As a Designated Black Woman, her job was to report any white female who even hinted she would not love to go to bed with a black man. Everybody in the room knew that but her.
It was a given. It was a basic. It was her ROLE.
Any black man or woman is free to say he will not date whites. I have heard many a black man openly proclaim that he will not date black women. For a white MAN to say he will not date black girls is asking for trouble.
But for a white GIRL to say she will not date blacks is asking, not just for trouble, but for DISASTER. That is the Mortal Sin of the religion of Political Correctness. You know it, I know it, everybody knew it.
Except for this one black woman.