I cried when I read this, because this was me.
From The Black Snob:
On Little Black Girls, Beauty and Barbie Dolls
Tuesday, February 3, 2009 at 4:35PM
In my effort to show the world how beautiful black and brown children are (and that Sasha and Malia aren’t the unicorns of black children that Madison Avenue is making them out to be), I’ve received more than 40 emails from happy friends, relatives and parents all wanting to be part of The Black Snob’s efforts to show the true beauty of our daughters.
Because that’s what this is really about for me.
For some background on why this issue really stuck in my craw and the statement that sent me over the edge, click here. But I want to give you some background as to why I feel so strongly and as to what I plan to do with your beautiful girls.
Along time ago at a kitchen table in an all-black, middle/working class neighborhood in St. Louis, Mo.’s North County a young Danielle Belton, age five, loved to draw and color more than anything in the world. My older sister, aka “Big Sis, bka Denise, didn’t like to color, so I inherited all the coloring books she never used.
I could draw for hours and color for hours, but all I drew and colored were white people.
I would take out my Barbie coloring book and select the yellow crayon for her hair, the blue crayon for her eyes and the pink “flesh” colored crayon for her skin. I would make her “beautiful” in what my little noggin thought was beauty.
What’s funny is my parents, like many black parents, were trying their hardest to make sure myself and my sister had positive images of other black women and ourselves. My mother constantly fought with the toy store owners about getting in more black dolls because she wanted to buy me Barbies, but worried about how having a gaggle of blonde Malibu and ballerina Barbies could effect my young mind. She immersed us in our culture. She told us we were beautiful all the time.
Yet I still drew and colored nothing but white people.
Then one day, at that kitchen table, my father approached me. Rather than go into a lengthy speech or be embarrassed or shame me, he approached me as you would approach a five year old.
He asked if he could color with me.
I, of course, was pleased that he wanted to join in. My father worked in management for McDonnell Douglass at the time. He was almost always busy at work or winding down from stress. Plus, he was the sole wage earner in the household, hence we didn’t get to spend as much time together. I loved playing with my father. I never turned the man down if he was in the mood.
So he took one Barbie page and I took mine. I, quite proudly, made my Barbie look just like the one on the cover, blonde and blue-eyed. Then I looked over at daddy who was coloring his own Barbie but he had done something entirely unexpected to me. He’d taken the brown crayon and made her skin brown. He’d taken the black crayon and gave her beautiful dark hair. He showed his finished picture to me and said sweetly, “Don’t you think she’s pretty too?”
This was my first “mind-blown” experience. At five it had never occurred to me that I could make Barbie or any drawing anything I wanted it to be. I was following “the rules.” Barbies were white. Beautiful people were white. I had never occurred to me that I could “break the rules.” I looked at my dad’s coloring and thought that was the most beautiful Barbie in the world.
I never colored a white Barbie again. I wanted them to be all as beautiful as the one my father had made.
He didn’t have to lecture. He didn’t have to get mad. He understood that I just needed my eyes to open to the possibility.
Years later I would do the same thing for my baby sister Deidre, seeing her do the same thing I did as a little kid, coloring all the people white. I showed her my black drawings and she too agreed, the black Barbies were beautiful too.
Whether we realize it or not, no matter how hard we try, the world is sending a message to our children: You are not good enough. You are not pretty enough. You are not wanted.
The rest of this powerful essay is at the link above. As former Black girl, I want to thank the Black Snob for telling my story.
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