She was shy and didn't talk much in what was likely an unfamiliar and perhaps overwhelming African American social setting.
Another of my male relatives brought home a woman for Christmas who seemed like a modern-day, socially progressive southern belle.
It is the same sharp tug of disappointment that gets me every time I see a black man with a white woman on his arm.
Try as I might to suppress the reaction, I experience black men's choice of white women as a personal rejection of the group in which I am a part, of African American women as a whole, who have always been devalued in this society.
They are just considering dipping their toes into something new. I date interracially, but I’m not spreading the gospel of United Colors of Benetton dating.