Like you, I was in utter shock when I read the article. Boycott BLACK MEN?! Are you nuts?! I think I speak for many a sister when I say that although I complain often about the (perceived) lack of eligible black men, I have never... ever, ever, ever... thought to go all Rosa Parks (RIP, Soror) on them as a whole.
So... what would make a group of black women go so far as to create a website for the sole purpose of encouraging other black women to join the crusade with the common thread being their tire "of our black men that leave our race and marry outside our race profiting off the black community while they in turn, turn their backs on us?" As I read, I concluded that whether there truly is a dearth of decent available brothers, black women all over the world feel as though they are on the short side of the supply AND demand curves.
I have said many times "there are no good black men out there." You know the old tune: either they're married, gay or even worse, prefer white women.
The title www.blackwomenneedlovetoo.com alone goes to show that the trend of black men dating and marrying outside their race has profoundly impacted today's black woman. This affect is compounded by the still present taboo presented when black women explore relationships with other races. Since we've heard all the reasons why brothers look elsewhere, I won't delve into them here. But, why do black women choose to so closely stick to our brothers when we believe that they would rather be in Becky's arms? Or at least the arms of someone that has hair like hers?
I must admit, I watched the movie "Something New" over the weekend. I can totally empathize with Kenya, the main character. Like she, I am a professional trying to find my niche in corporate America. As I climb each rung of the proverbial ladder, the pool of attractive mates grows smaller and smaller. I guess in my fantasy world (read: when I was still a student), there was a wealth of fine-tall-black doctors, lawyers and engineers in the "real world" who could hardly wait to ask for my hand in marriage. Hmmmmm.... not so much. But, just in case, I'll keep my my mind and heart open and maybe, just maybe, I won't have to race to the other end of the color spectrum.
