Personal Voices: Gateway Girl

By Bethany Allen, Africana.com. Posted May 20, 2004.

I think I've mentioned before that I was somewhat of a social outcast growing up. A small, all white, town in Maine was my childhood stomping grounds, and being the half-black illegitimate child of Brenda Allen didn't exactly propel me into the ranks of popularity there. It's a bit of an understatement to say that kids can be cruel; the "Plastics" clique from Mean Girls has nothing on some of my female classmates, and boys? They didn't even notice I was alive. Or if they did, it was only long enough to dis me. One kid actually signed my eighth grade yearbook: "You're ugly." Ni-ice.

I was in high school before I got any positive attention from boys and, given my lack of experience in that department, I didn't know how to act when a guy did try to holla. My natural, juvenile instincts told me to ignore anything I didn't know how to deal with, so although I was intrigued by the attention I avoided it like the plague. By this time, I was enrolled in a boarding school, which, while still a predominantly white environment, afforded me my first opportunity to be part of a somewhat diverse community. (That should tell you how rough I had it growing up -- it's gotta be bad when you are one of ten black kids in a school of 200 and you think you've arrived in a diverse community.)

For the record, even given these circumstances, I have never had a white boyfriend. Many people are incredulous when I tell them this. How could I spend 18 years in a state with one of the smallest black populations in the country and never date a white guy? It wasn't for lack of trying, I assure those who doubt me, because once I did jump into the dating game I certainly had more than one crush on boys who were pigmentally challenged. And there were plenty of guys in high school who liked me, but it just never clicked. It took me some time to figure out, but I think I may have stumbled upon the answer.

Looking back, I am struck by this: Although most if not all the black guys in my high school dated white girls at some point (if not exclusively), the black girls rarely -- if ever -- had white boyfriends. Again, not for lack of trying. Black women dating white men is still one of the less frequent pairings in interracial couples, but back in the mid-to-late '80s, it was even less common. Although I would venture to guess that more than a few of my white male classmates had a crush on a black girl, it was taboo and off limits at best, and, I suspect, socially terrifying to them at worst.

But I, being mixed, seemed to be a "safe" alternative. I was like a gateway drug for those guys who really wished to date a black girl but who didn't have the nerve. I was black-girl-lite. One guy in particular was relentless in pursing me, even unscrupulously embezzling a kiss from me in the laundry room of the girls' dorm. I remember giving him a look like he was crazy, and asking him, "WHY do you like me so much?" To which he replied, "I dunno...you're just so exotic."

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