In case you didn’t know, Sunday night on OWN a documentary aired called “Dark Girls”. Here’s the brief overview of the film:
Dark Girls is a fascinating and controversial documentary film that goes underneath the surface to explore the prejudices that dark-skinned women face throughout the world. It explores the roots of classism, racism and the lack of self-esteem within a segment of cultures that span from America to the most remote corners of the globe. Women share their personal stories, touching on deeply ingrained beliefs and attitudes of society, while allowing generations to heal as they learn to love themselves for who they are.
While many of my Twitter timeline was gearing up ready to live tweet this documentary, all excited and anxious to see this controversial film I was filing my nails unenthused, uninterested and quite frankly not here for it. So no, I didn’t watch Dark Girls. I didn’t stay on Twitter anxiously live tweeting. I skipped the entire thing altogether. I’ll tell you why…
As a dark skinned African American woman I know all about the “dark” struggle. I know about it in the most socially conscious to the most superficial ways of society. I know about it growing up the only dark skin sister in my family. I know about it when I can’t find foundation in my complexion. I know about it when I get backhanded compliments such as “You’re gorgeous…for a dark skin girl”. I know all about it. I get it. I live it. It’s my life. What I don’t get is this “documentary”. I don’t get its need to be made. I don’t get its significance. I don’t think it was necessary.
First, I’m tired of it. I’m tired of black people feeling like we constantly have to display and divulge our own twisted notions and insecurities. Yup, there’s colorism in our race. Ok. Instead of focusing on THAT can we instead focus on more important things that affect us as a race? Like the fact that my city is closing over 23 (predominantly black) public schools, but yet building a prison that is costing millions. THAT is something to talk about. Not this age old issue that only WE have a problem with. Because I hate to say it like this Queens but…to everyone else…we’re all Black. GASP What? Yes I said it. We’re all black.
Secondly, I’m tired of dark skinned women having the woe is me card forced on to them. I complain as much as the next woman about the lack of foundation options or the ignorant notion that light is right. But make no mistake I don’t need anyone to feel bad for me. I don’t feel bad for me. I’m not insecure. I don’t need any person, of any color, telling me to love the skin I’m in. The whole idea of the documentary came across to me as a sympathy ploy. “Oh look at the poor dark girl. Someone let her know she cute too.” side eye We don’t need sympathy. Empowerment yes, sympathy no.
Lastly, I am just simply over it. And I think this documentary was overkill. Enough said.
So now that my rant is over 😉 did any of you watch Dark Girls? Why or why not? What are your thoughts? Let me know!
Peace, Love, & Blessings
This Brown Queen