Dating interracial opinion

Duration: 10min 26sec Views: 1318 Submitted: 05.07.2020
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After the tragic deaths of the summer and another sad renaissance for the Black Lives Matter movement a lot of interracial couples found themselves talking about race for the first time. Early on in their relationship, Jamila gave her white husband Tommo a crash course in their racial differences: the expected ignorant comments from others, the inability to walk into a shop and find her cosmetic needs catered for, and the whitewashing of historical figures that were banished from the school curriculum. The divide between people being passively non-racist and actively anti-racist became a major talking point. Protests in the US and UK — including the toppling of the statue of slave trader Edward Colston — also opened up a conversation about what individuals consider an appropriate response to institutional racism. It was a discourse no one could detach from, and while many took to the streets in solidarity, many others had difficult conversations at home: with themselves, with family members, with friends. But for black Brits in interracial marriages, there was an added level of intensity: now they had to have awkward conversations with their spouses too.

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