Happy in my Own Skin

Based on Harry Reid’s recent comment, people thought Harry was just another crazy old white Democrat; Joe Biden’s fraternal twin…separated at birth.  However, as it turns out Reid is as wise as Aesop, and as prophetic as Nostradamus. For years white people have been killing themselves to become black, and finally turnabout is fair play, as black people are now killing themselves to become white.  People just don’t seem comfortable with the skin they’re in.

And skin-lightening is not just for blacks, but is a multi-cultural phenomenon, as this report in the NY Times suggests:

Dermatologists nationwide are seeing women of Hispanic and African descent, among others, with severe side effects…from the misuse of skin-lightening creams…But many others seek to lighten their entire face or large swatches of their body, a practice common in developing countries as disparate as Senegal, India and the Philippines, where it is promoted as a way to elevate one’s social standing.

And we have Harry Reid to thank for exposing this racist bias amongst Democrats, but we have Democrats and socialist around the world for exposing the pervasiveness of it all.  They NYT story goes on to say,

Moreover, it is not as if dark-skinned women are imagining a bias, said Dr. Glenn, who is president of the American Sociological Association. “Sociological studies have shown among African-Americans and also Latinos, there’s a clear connection between skin color and socioeconomic status. It’s not some fantasy. There is prejudice against dark-skinned people, especially women in the so-called marriage market.

Who knew that all I needed to do to improve my socio-economic status was to stay out of the sun!  If I had lived a life of leisure, perhaps I could have done this.  It would have limited my interaction with the rest of the world, forcing me to walk around like “bubble boy,” or cocooned like those people with the rare condition where even the smallest amount of sun is carcinogenic.  For all intents and purposes, getting sun is carcinogenic for blacks.making the sun somewhat of a racist!  The sun…conspiring to keep brothers down! 

Who knows what I could have achieved had I not grown up in the hot Texas sun.  I swear I was a very light child growing up, so much so that I actually wanted to be darker.  I could have “passed,” had it not been for my nappy hair.

I recall when my brother and I worked one summer for the son of the family who owned the ranch where we lived, and we were hired to cut trees in various clearings.  That summer was Africa hot, and we worked in the peak of the heat every day, shirtless.  I got so dark, that I didn’t recognize myself.  I peeled for the first time in my life, and panicked not knowing what was happening to me!  One of my white friends had to tell me what was happening, as I thought I had a dreaded disease.

On the blackness scale, I was “Alan Keyes black,” which is about a 9 out of 10 [Miles Davis is a 10 for those who may be wondering]. 

All the girls in Jr. High noticed that I was darker, but one actually told me that my color was…beautiful.  And I must admit, after I finished peeling, I did look healthy and frankly…AWESOME!  As the saying goes, “Once you go black…!”

Here’s the wrap:

I never looked back after that. I would never get that dark again, preferring to bounce between 6 and 7 versus the 9 I achieved that hot summer.  But little did I know the effect it would have during my potential big income producing years.

Now that I am bald, had I kept my lighter visage, I might actually be able to pass at this stage in my life. However I have learn—the hard way—that past a certain age, the skin takes on a life of its own. After all, the skin is the biggest organ…and apparently the baddest!  My skin has decided that between 6 and 7 is where I shall stay.

If I want to take my life in my own hands, I could pull a Michael Jackson and begin lightening my skin, in Mike’s case going from a 6 to a 1.  Not much future in that, and it has been linked to pedophilia!  Woody Allen is a 1 as well!

There is Sammy Sosa, who has gone from an 8 to a 3 on the blackness scale.  However Sosa has made a lot more money than I, so he is free to do as he wishes. I on the other hand am a slave to my skin.

As a black Conservative, one would think that with all the vitriol I take from the Left that I would by now have experimented with these new creams, and I would be as white as Bebe Neuwirth.  Yet, here I and other black Conservatives remain, proud of our culture, living in our own skin, and daring the sun not to shine on us.

I guess I will just ride out the rest of my life happy in the skin I’m in.

That’s my rant!

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