What's Wrong with Black Women?
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A pre-emptive strike a.k.a., a pre-pre-preface. The calm before the freakin' storm--
WAKE UP CALL FOR THE BLACK WOMAN IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
Why was I so hated by you, black woman?
What did I do, other than love, cherish, and desire your companionship.
Perhaps I was too skinny in grade school, so you didn't want to be bothered.
Maybe I thought that school was for learning and not hanging out,
So you didn't waste time on me.
My idea of being black was about being a human first.
Your idea was about fulfilling a stereotype white people watched on T.V.
Maybe I didn't dress the way you wanted me to, so you and your girlfriends laughed at me.
Maybe I had friends that you couldn't understand, so you hated them too.
Maybe I talked "educated" or "white" or "strange" so you made fun of me.
Maybe I had acne or pimples, or wore glasses, so I was a square, a nerd, a nobody.
Now I'm all grown, and damnit, I am a fine looking brother.
I have a great career, and a life filled with people of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Now, since you have hated me for so long, I am tired of trying to appease you.
Now you are mad because I have a woman of another color.
A woman of another color who wanted me before I was "all that".
What is your problem black woman? Jealous?
Too bad. You created this monster, now you have to deal with it.
Now it's your turn to be hated. See how you like it. I'm too busy for you.
I have more important things to do.
More importantly, I have someone who loves and respects me for me.
That's a hell of a lot more than you ever did.
Thanks for making me a strong black man. I don't need you anymore.
Pass this lesson on to your daughter. Maybe she won't make the same mistakes You made.
Maybe if I'm nice, I'll give you a second chance. That is, IF I have the time.
Don't hold your breath though. I'm liking where I am at mighty fine. Mighty fine.
A black woman almost killed me. Some crazy African American female held a metal blade at my chest and dared me to move. It made me realize how volatile the black female species can be. They are not to be [messed] with, unless you have some backbone. I consider myself to be that kind of guy. Not that I just pick on black women for the hell of it. I am simply a black man who tells it like it is no matter what the consequences.
Now, why this book? In my life, I have experienced great joy... and incredible pain at the hands of the fairer sex. This is not to say that some of this was not brought on by my own actions. Hell, I've been a bastard on more than one occasion. However, more often than not, black women have reacted to my very presence as a nuisance, a joke, or a problem. That bothers me because I love black women. I need black women. I want black women. Oh, how I could use a black woman right now! Hoo Haa! My love for black women of all shades... the darkest of purples to the lightest of yellows... knows no bounds. I remember years of my life where I would totally ignore women of other colors, because to me the black woman was the ultimate. The ideal. What a woman SHOULD be. I could stroll the streets of New York, and my eyes would be instantly drawn to any woman of color. All else seemed a blur. I was seeing nothing but black... black women, and I-- loved what I was seeing.
This book was not written out of HATE for black women. It was written because black women have HATED me. The women I cherished, and loved, and wanted... and most of all, needed. It bothers me especially because I am a black man who has never been in jail, never done drugs, never left a woman with babies, never been violent with, hit, or mistreated a black woman. I'm not ugly; in fact I've been in several professions that require good looks. For the record, yours truly has been that one good black man that black women always claim they are searching for. My soul grieves. I suffer because I have not been approved as a wanted commodity in the lives of African American women. So I ask: What is wrong with black women?
It is said that most stereotypes have some basis in reality. What we all know to be a fact, is that a large number of black women possess The 'tude. The Attitude, as it were. A very nasty demeanor which has become a real turn-off for black men. The 'tude is a combination of silly mannerisms and slang, which many black women haven taken to heart as a way of expressing themselves. Ladies, it is time to drop the 'tude, because your 'tude is rude. It is rude, vile, degrading, and in the entire world of stereotypes, the most stereotypical feature of any human image. The 'tude has got to go. That said, we must closely examine how this attitude affects how black women deal with black men. The 'tude seems to bring with it a very arrogant and defensive posture where black men are concerned. Finding a black woman who will accept a good black man's advances is like a highly complex chess game. It seems that black women are very, very, very-- picky about the type of love they will accept. I have seen these games, and will present a full description of these games throughout this book.
This book is part of my search for direction in winning the heart of a black woman. You might want to join me, because for many of you it will be a rude awakening. I know it will have an effect, because when I submitted this book to a publisher who just happened to have a black woman as a reviewer, I was not just rejected...oh no! This supposedly professional book editor went off on me with a two-page personal attack, and an outright flat refusal to put my book into print. Too bad she didn't realize that the day of publishing houses was coming to an end, with the advent of this wonderful new thing we call the Internet. Oh, I know a lot of black women who will mourn the day that I discovered the endless possibilities of expressing my views...the truth about black women...via the world wide web! Now, they have no choice to but hear me roar. All I can say to those sisters is if you don't like it, cover your ears, and close your eyes. One more thing, cover your mouths too because I don't want to hear your whining. I'm straight up on to your games, and I hardly give a [concern] what you think. In fact, I will make it clear just how much of a [concern] I don't give numerous times in this manifesto.
In our society, black men are usually portrayed as ignorant ex- cons incapable of anything but more crime. Unfortunately, no one ever gets to see the other side of the coin. Black men who are just regular human beings. Black men who have emotions, thoughts, and feelings. Black men who have given their lives in the service of their "black queens", and been left behind as their queens decided they weren't worth the time of day. Yes, I am one of countless good black men who somehow got lumped into the category of not interesting enough, not black enough, not rich enough, or not this-or-that enough, by the black female populace. For us...the good black men...this will be a catharsis. A release from all the guilt, pain, and fear. It will be a book that causes these black men to raise their heads high and say: "--it's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth-- I am not alone!" People who are not black will say, "Damn, what IS wrong with black women?" So, in the end, what good black men already know, so too shall the rest of the world. Make no mistake ladies; I am here to bring t
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About the Book
What''s Wrong with Black Women? is one black man''s story of the bitter downside of black romance. After years of research on the Internet, and a life time of varied experiences pursuing, dating, romancing, and engaging in verbal and mental conflict with black women, the author Monte Maddox, presents a non-stop, Hip-Hop, in your face rollercoaster ride! The thin line between love and hate has been crossed—and then some! The faint of heart or ultra sensitive would do well to avoid this frenetic mixture of rage, passion, street-life observations, and at times, tragic revelations about what the author says are bad black women who are destroying good black men. Maddox'' sincere and brutal frankness cuts through the reader like a chainsaw through Swiss cheese! ! If you can''t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If there''s a "kitchen" of controversy about black women, What''s Wrong with Black Women? is cooking up one heck of a main course! It''s one book that surely would never be in Oprah''s book of the month club!
About the Author
Monte Maddox was born in Copiague, New York. He is an avid Yankees fan, hates racists and bigots, and spends his spare time tracking down terrorists and eating really good pizza. He holds a Bachelor's and Masters degree from the Ohio State University, but hates to flaunt that type of thing.