Jungle Fever And The Suckasses Who Hate It

I rarely talk about politics or social injustices on my blog, but this story out of Louisiana has really pissed me off. Apparently a Justice of the Peace REFUSED to issue a marriage license to an interracial couple out of “concern” (my fat ass) for any children they might have. I’m not going to link the story because you can find it all over the internet right now. The JotP then goes on to say that he’s not racist, yet he doesn’t believe in mixing races that way (the hell?), but he has tons of Black friends (the words of every in the closet racist). He says he refuses to marry interracial couples because, in his own narrow minded and bigoted world, those marriages don’t last long and they are bad for any children that result from said marriage.

Do you want to know WHY this pisses me off so badly? I’m a mixed race baby. My dad is Mexican and Greek (my Mexican great-grandmother married a Greek man…they were well ahead of their time!) and my mom is from Okie and Indiana White-bread stock. My parents have been married for a little over thirty years with no signs of divorcing, although they like to get on each other’s nerves (sorry Mom). To further rile me up, I am also in an interracial marriage and have a mixed race child who is Chinese, Greek, Mexican, and White. He has the pleasure of having two loving parents that dote on him and are not divorcing anytime soon or causing him any amount of grief by being from different backgrounds. My husband and I are coming up on our five year wedding anniversary, and we’ve been together a little over six years.

These are two examples of interracial relationships working out, and I can give you a ton more if I had the time and room on this page. I will concede that the judge has it right in some (very extreme) cases that a mixed race child is not accepted, mainly by people like him. I have felt the sting of that myself, but that was some twenty-odd years ago. I am thankful to say that my son hasn’t felt that, although his last name does cause some mild interest because he looks like me, and I look….White. My husband and I usually get some annoyed stares from Asian people when we’re walking, but we just chuckle because it’s such ass-backwards thinking.

I have honestly never understood why the color of someone’s skin or their ethnicity is so bloody important to some people. We’re all human. What is the big deal? Is it going to affect anyone else? Is it going to cause the world to end? Is Jesus Christ going to come down from the heavens and slap the shit out of us for falling in love? NO.

Keith Bardwell, you may kiss the fattest part of my mixed race ass. I hope Karma bitch slaps you in the face. HARD.