I read widely. I enjoy all kinds
of books whether they happen to be by black or white or Asian authors.
However this week I was faced
with the truth that I loved books with characters that looked liked me. As a teenager I read books by
Tsi, Degerambe - Nervous Conditions and felt kinship with the character, her
confusion mirrored my own. I read
Knoughts and Crosses and I could vision myself as Sephy. In Purple Hibiscus, I
was back in my native country navigating the pitfalls of growing up.
Recently though
I've struggled to find authors who write about women for black women my
age i.e. in their twenties who aren't affected by Third World poverty or
war, women who are navigating the job market, men and such. It is as if our stories have no value.
I read a book recently, a romance, it wasn't
particularly interesting by a white author, I found myself very angry at
her description of a passerby as simple “a black woman”. If a white man had
walked past, would she have described him as “a white man”. Also her constant
use of porcelain skin annoyed me. Her main characters had beautiful porcelain
skin, like a tea cups. She found so many ways of describing white
characters, but could only find one word to describe a black character.
Anyway where are all the black
female characters?