A couple of years ago, I turned down an interview opportunity with a major network for the first, but not last, time. The reason was the topic. The producer wanted to know if I, as a black woman, was willing to weigh in on the fact that the Tiger Woods scandal that was then unfolding, in which the golf great was revealed to have strayed from his marriage with multiple women, seemed to confirm that he had a preference for women who are not black.
To which I replied, “I’m sorry. Are you expecting black women to be offended he didn’t choose to cheat with us?”
Of course that wasn’t the producer’s point, and of course I knew that. But I wasn’t interested in being part of such a discussion nonetheless. The discussion to which I am referring is the one about how I as a black woman am supposed to feel about yet another high-profile athlete, musician, actor or businessman not only dating or marrying someone of a different race, but appearing to do so exclusively.