The guy did, in fact, have some kind of black girl fetish.
Why are the “heroes” of the so-called “Black Community” the pimps, the crack dealers, the millionaire wife-beating sports “stars” and rappers, instead of good boys and young black men who take life seriously, and work honestly to build a good life and succeed honestly and legally? Why is a black boy walking home from school with his books under his arm taunted and threatened by gangs for “acting white,” instead of protected and encouraged? And I also hope that my guest on that long-ago night, the gas company Installer, decided that his bond-trader date for the evening, wasn’t of HIS class, and dumped her before she could dump him.
In one-on-one conversation with him, it turned out that he worked for the gas company, as an Installer.
(He could have told me he an anti-trust litigator working on the AT&T Breakup case, and I would have believed him.)I mentioned that I was having a problem with my gas oven; he went right into my kitchen, got down on his hands and knees (while everybody else was enjoying their cocktails in the living room), took a look inside, and told me what he thought the problem was, so that I could have it fixed.
”I guess she was right; but it broke my heart that she looked down on this good, decent, honest, well-spoken, fully presentable black man—her date the night before—because he worked as an Installer for the gas company and wasn’t making the kind of money in a “white-collar” desk job that she expected, required, demanded.
Why aren’t more black girls taught and raised to date, and admire—and inspire—good, decent black boys to grow up to be good, decent, responsible black men like my bond-trader colleague’s date that night? Allen West ever held up as black heroes to be emulated, instead of ridiculed and spat on as “Toms” or “Oreos”?
I actually had occasion to ask this of a black woman—a professional colleague of mine. I was a money market trader at the time, and she was a bond trader at Salomon Bros., the major broker-dealer.
I’m white; she was black—and making a 6-figure income about five times what mine was.
We returned to the (by then) well-lubricated party, and the whole evening was a happy evening for everybody.