“We’re all Black”
An address to light skinned people about where we stand in the discussion of colorism, hear me out.
This might be unbeknownst to a majority of the white population, but I’m sure there’s a shared understanding amongst people of color that our representation is limited and sparse. Whether it be in politics, in academic settings, on the television, or in any other mainstream aspect of living, we don’t often see individuals who look like us. And speaking specifically about media, when we do see people who look like us they tend to be minor characters; the best friend whose life is always the B story, the comical relief, the (insert any other insignificant role that gets a few lines but no depth or well-thought characterization). And particularly speaking about black people, when we finally receive positive representation on the television or movie screen, it’s usually a black person of lighter complexion, especially when it comes to women. And this lack of diversity amongst black people to the public eye is why so many people have taken offense to Zoe Saldana portraying Nina Simone in her upcoming biopic. We won’t get into that whole mess but this leads me to my next thought…
I went through three stages the first time I ever heard about the concept of “European Standard of Beauty.” Ignorance. Denial. and Enlightenment. As a child I didn’t really understand why my relatives back in Nigeria were so fixated on my fair skin. I always just assumed it was something they liked to tease me about when they would repeatedly call me “Nnwanyi bekee” (white woman in Igbo). Or I just thought they were extremely astounded by the resemblance I had to my also fair skinned grandmother. I never realized that they saw my light skin as a beautiful feature. I didn’t realize this until I heard the phrase “European Standard of Beauty,” and someone explained it to me simply: the whiter you look, the more beautiful society sees you; ranging from the straightness of your hair to the width of your nose to the pigmentation of your skin. As a self-proclaimed “thorough observer” who took great pride in being conscious of the world around her, I didn’t understand how I was so completely ignorant to this newfound “European Standard of Beauty” concept, so I went through a phase of denial. I told myself it wasn’t true that I enjoyed certain passes in the world that black people of darker hues were not exposed to, I didn’t believe in light skinned privilege. After all, “We’re all black.”
But when I truly opened my eyes and looked at the world around me, when I listened to rap songs and heard well-received artists brag about acquiring a bunch of “red-bones,” when I noticed certain celebrities getting lighter and lighter, hair blonder and blonder, when I caught on to subliminal messages that lighter skinned black people are just “friendlier,” “more trustworthy,” “nicer,” “more professional,” when I repeatedly heard “innocent preferences” of people admitting time and time again that they desired to date lighter skinned people for “no particular reason,” I could no longer deny the subtle but inconspicuous truths that were all around me. I realized that light skinned privilege was a real thing, and all my life I’d been a benefactor, completely oblivious to the plight of black people who were just a little bit “too black.”
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