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By her own reckoning Jill Scott's friend is "new." All she knows about him is that he's nice-looking, well compensated and loves his mother.He could have a trail of baby momma's from Oakland to Kansas City.But at some point brothers have to stop reeling off stats about college and prison, and resolve to be something more. I've met very few (if any) black women who need a lecture on asserting themselves.We all have a moment, as black people, where we have to stop the process of bemoaning what the world thinks of us, and start asserting that which we think of ourselves. Which is why I find this constant "plight of the black woman" bit bewildering.
But something in me just knew he didn't marry a sister. My body showed no reaction to my inner pinch, but the sting was there, quiet like a mosquito under a summer dress. Did the reality of his relationship somehow diminish his soul's credibility? One could easily dispel the wince as racist or separatist, but that's not how I was brought up. I was taught that every man should be judged by his deeds and not his color, and I firmly stand where my grandmother left me.Relationships are not (anymore, at least) a collectivist act.