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Black women in the US marry less than others - and the s are even lower for darker skinned black women. Is colorism — favoring lighter skin — to blame? Dream McClinton puts herself on the line to report. I take a deep breath and ready my fingers. I admonish myself for being theatrical about something so mundane. Another deep breath. My profile has been created. It seems simple enough: swipe left to dismiss, swipe right to express interest. The first eligible bachelor appears — not my type, I swipe left.
Then another follows — too young, I swipe left again. Ten swipes in, and I find myself texting my eldest sister this was a bad idea. A feeling of vexation settles over me. Colorism — the prejudice based on skin tone — has stunted the romantic lives of millions of dark-skinned black women, including me.
We are not as valued as our lighter-skinned counterparts when seeking romantic partners, our dating pool constricted because of something as arbitrary as shoe size. Like other systems of racial inequality, American colorism was born out of slavery. As slave masters raped enslaved women, their lighter-skinned illegitimate offspring were given preferential treatment over their darker counterparts, often working in the house as opposed to the fields.
This order has since been perpetuated by systemic racism and internalized by black people. It remains alive even now, insidiously snaking into my life. I have many memories of being degraded because of my complexion, the most piercing is from middle school: two girls giggled in my Georgia history class during the showing of a documentary about slavery. As the film explained the origins of skin tone prejudice, one girl — biracial, hazel-eyed and the only other black girl in class — whispered that she would have been a house slave, but that I would have been a field slave.
As the famous image of whipped Peter played on screen, I sank down in my chair, silently greeting the weight of oppression on my year-old shoulders. In many ways, nothing has changed since that day. Dark skin still not only comes with the expectation of lower class but lessened beauty, not to mention uncleanliness, lesser intelligence and a diminished attractiveness. Meanwhile, everywhere we look, women like me see successful black men coupled with fair-skinned female partners who pass the paper bag test — a remnant of the Reconstruction era, where the only black people worthy of attention had to be lighter than a paper bag.
Today, this gradation discrimination remains. Jasmine Turner, owner of BlackMatchMade, a Chicago-based matchmaking company, agrees this affects all black women. But I definitely understand what she means. ly, dating has made me feel like I must drop some of my must-have criteria — a college education, a steady job, and able and willing to pay for the first date — in order to find a match. But my feelings of a necessary drop in standards have been validated by research from Dr Darrick Hamilton, a professor of economics and sociology at Ohio State University.
Hamilton aggregated information from the Multi-City Study of Urban Equality to identify why so many dark-skinned women who date men remain bachelorettes. His assessment was deed to show how the imbalance of eligible black males — taking into high incarceration rates and a limited labor market — affects the marriage market. In other words, the lighter the female, the higher the probability of marriage. College educated, familial middle class background, ageable-bodied. But before even entertaining thoughts of marriage, I have to get past the dating stage. Turner says she often sees black men pass up perfectly eligible dark-skinned women.
The effects play out in the lives of women like me and my friend Larissa. Someone who is probably brown to dark skin. Someone with natural hair. I wince hearing it, hoping for the same, deep down. Writing this piece, a memory I had long forgotten resurfaces. At university, on the line for the security check-in for dorms, I bumped into a friend of my former roommate.
I inquired about something someone had said. Immediately, his face changed from joy to anger.
Hurt to the point of rage, I bristled and walked away. We never had a conversation again. I aimlessly skim the app late one night, swiping left, right, right, left. Then, I come across a profile. I roll my eyes, and swipe to the next one. My dark skin is not something to be ashamed of, even if past lovers made it clear they were ashamed to be associated with me because of it.
I hate that my friends have had to do so too. I want love, but my self-esteem is too high a price to pay. Deflated, I talk to Elizabeth, my former sophomore-year roommate, who is now in her third year of law school. I ask if a partner has said anything rude to her because of her skin tone. She names a man I know, to my dismay. Like, why are you talking to me?
It brings tears to my eyes. I wonder: are dark-skinned women just the placeholders until they meet their desired match? Do all these men really just want white families? A few nights into the app, another guy pops up on my screen — decent looking and seemingly gainfully employed. My immediate thoughts warn me of a possible fetish. Dating with dark skin often comes with a double-edged sword: we are unwanted, except by men who want to create an experience out of us, leaving our personhood out of the equation altogether.
We become empty objects, vehicles for pleasure, rather than multi-dimensional beings. Hunter vocalizes this sentiment. The bachelor on my screen shares my mahogany skin tone. I remember how Sharlene expressed her frustrations with her beauty being seen as skin deep. I hear what she and Dr Hunter are saying, but my choices are few. I feel limited; I was made to feel this way. In the end, I swipe right. My screen darkens, proclaiming a match has been made.
But three weeks after ing the app, I finally hit a stride and start having more fun. I ask him to meet, and he agrees. A slew of hopes run through me on the way over. I approach the hall, take a deep breath, and ready my fingers to pull the door open. Dream McClinton puts herself on the line to report Read our entire Shades of black series Have you experienced colorism? Share your story here. Topics Shades of black Dating Race features.
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