There are topics that aggravate me. And then there are topics that enrage me. Like people bringing that light skinned/dark skinned nonsense into a discussion of my book covers.
Now I can take critiques of my work on the merits of story and literary technique. But this Light Skinned Dark Skinned hangup some black people have insecurities about really just boils my blood.
Seriously, nonsense like this light skinned/dark skinned crap makes me want to get out of publishing and quit writing for African-American audiences.
I love Black women. If sistas don’t love themselves, then that’s not my problem. Get a therapist and deal with that shit.
I am not color struck, nor do I have a preference for light skinned women. Please do not project your color issues on me. Inspiration for art does not know color, and what motivates me to design what I design can vary on any given day.
The figures I drew on four of the five covers I’ve designed come in a variety of shades of brown. Just like black people come in a variety of shades of brown. There is no single definitive color for black people. Mixing light or dark peach with my brown colored pencils can give me a variety of African-American skin tones depending on the amount of pressure applied.
My imagination isn’t colored by race.
Besides, what the audience sees when they read my stories may not necessarily be what I drew on the cover.
And the color of Black people has nothing to do with the content of their character. I base many of the characters I write on research I’ve done on actors, dreams I’ve had, or people I’ve had personal experiences with.
I’ve met light skinned men and women who were aware of their black history and heritage but were extremely conservative in their dress and mannerisms and would go out of their way to help a brotha or a sista.
And I’ve met dark skinned men and women who preached pro-blackness and wore dashikis and Kente cloth but wouldn’t piss on another Black person who was on fire on their way to talk to a White person.
For me, being Black is not just a skin color. Because skin color doesn’t make you a true brotha.* Being African-American is about the ideas, beliefs, and culture that compose a person’s values. It’s those values inside a person that create someone’s Black identity, and each identity is as unique as a person’s fingerprints.
I write to showcase the diversity of those unique identities and experiences of African-Americans. I draw covers I feel tell stories about those experiences.
That art may not appeal to many brothers and sisters in the black community, but I feel the covers I present are an alternative to the stereotypes today’s publishers present regarding the lives and experiences of African-Americans. According to today’s mainstream publishers, all Black people are thugs, drug dealers, gang bangers and whores. Oh and Maids. Maids are big this year.
I’ve studied black history extensively. And life hasn’t been a bed of roses for either light skinned or dark skinned people of color. In this world, Black is still Black whether it’s café au lait or its charcoal grey. And discrimination is still practiced against the café au lait sista in the office or the charcoal brotha on the street to this day. Seriously, all this preferential treatment many sistas and brothas see with light skinned people getting is in their heads. Light skinned or Dark, go on down to Madison Avenue and walk in a store here in New York City like I have. Apply for a job or go on an interview. Work at a job Blacks are not “supposed” to work in. Or walk around in an unfamiliar neighborhood like Brooklyn Heights. Then you’ll find out how Black you are.
Dark skinned female slaves working in the field were raped by the Slave master just like light skinned slaves who worked in the house. In fact, light skinned women were often used as prostitutes and pimped out by the white master during slave times.
Dark skinned male slaves were beaten by the master just like light skinned house slaves who worked in the house. And those house Negroes didn’t have it so great after the Civil War.
People who bring up this light skinned dark skinned crap are the color struck ones to me. Because they reek of insecurity about their own racial identity, they can’t understand how like attracts like whether its black or white. It’s the values and personal beliefs people have in common that draw people towards each other, not the color of their skin.
Instead of complaining about the color of the people on my book covers maybe they ought to take a look in the mirror and examine the contents of their character.
* A line from from the lyrics of the hip-hop song Now's the B-Turn.
Black people come in more than one skin tone and I try to showcase that diversity in my art. I am NOT color struck! |
Now I can take critiques of my work on the merits of story and literary technique. But this Light Skinned Dark Skinned hangup some black people have insecurities about really just boils my blood.
Seriously, nonsense like this light skinned/dark skinned crap makes me want to get out of publishing and quit writing for African-American audiences.
I love Black women. If sistas don’t love themselves, then that’s not my problem. Get a therapist and deal with that shit.
I am not color struck, nor do I have a preference for light skinned women. Please do not project your color issues on me. Inspiration for art does not know color, and what motivates me to design what I design can vary on any given day.
The figures I drew on four of the five covers I’ve designed come in a variety of shades of brown. Just like black people come in a variety of shades of brown. There is no single definitive color for black people. Mixing light or dark peach with my brown colored pencils can give me a variety of African-American skin tones depending on the amount of pressure applied.
My imagination isn’t colored by race.
Besides, what the audience sees when they read my stories may not necessarily be what I drew on the cover.
And the color of Black people has nothing to do with the content of their character. I base many of the characters I write on research I’ve done on actors, dreams I’ve had, or people I’ve had personal experiences with.
I’ve met light skinned men and women who were aware of their black history and heritage but were extremely conservative in their dress and mannerisms and would go out of their way to help a brotha or a sista.
And I’ve met dark skinned men and women who preached pro-blackness and wore dashikis and Kente cloth but wouldn’t piss on another Black person who was on fire on their way to talk to a White person.
For me, being Black is not just a skin color. Because skin color doesn’t make you a true brotha.* Being African-American is about the ideas, beliefs, and culture that compose a person’s values. It’s those values inside a person that create someone’s Black identity, and each identity is as unique as a person’s fingerprints.
I write to showcase the diversity of those unique identities and experiences of African-Americans. I draw covers I feel tell stories about those experiences.
That art may not appeal to many brothers and sisters in the black community, but I feel the covers I present are an alternative to the stereotypes today’s publishers present regarding the lives and experiences of African-Americans. According to today’s mainstream publishers, all Black people are thugs, drug dealers, gang bangers and whores. Oh and Maids. Maids are big this year.
I’ve studied black history extensively. And life hasn’t been a bed of roses for either light skinned or dark skinned people of color. In this world, Black is still Black whether it’s café au lait or its charcoal grey. And discrimination is still practiced against the café au lait sista in the office or the charcoal brotha on the street to this day. Seriously, all this preferential treatment many sistas and brothas see with light skinned people getting is in their heads. Light skinned or Dark, go on down to Madison Avenue and walk in a store here in New York City like I have. Apply for a job or go on an interview. Work at a job Blacks are not “supposed” to work in. Or walk around in an unfamiliar neighborhood like Brooklyn Heights. Then you’ll find out how Black you are.
Dark skinned female slaves working in the field were raped by the Slave master just like light skinned slaves who worked in the house. In fact, light skinned women were often used as prostitutes and pimped out by the white master during slave times.
Dark skinned male slaves were beaten by the master just like light skinned house slaves who worked in the house. And those house Negroes didn’t have it so great after the Civil War.
People who bring up this light skinned dark skinned crap are the color struck ones to me. Because they reek of insecurity about their own racial identity, they can’t understand how like attracts like whether its black or white. It’s the values and personal beliefs people have in common that draw people towards each other, not the color of their skin.
Instead of complaining about the color of the people on my book covers maybe they ought to take a look in the mirror and examine the contents of their character.
* A line from from the lyrics of the hip-hop song Now's the B-Turn.