It might seem strange to invoke an Alice Walker essay in connection with the new Netflix reality series, Indian Matchmaking , but, here we go. The essay is revolutionary for that coinage. Walker explicitly draws a connection between skin color and marriage. Walker tells us two smaller, adjoining stories, about herself and a friend in their single days. In the Netflix series Indian Matchmaking , the importance of skin color arrives quickly in talk of matrimony, as do other facets of packaged appearance, the sorts that indicate a notion of a stratified universe: This level of education matches with this one, this shade of skin with this, this height with this, these family values with these, this caste with this, this region with this, and so on. In the series, she takes on clients in India and America, young desi men and women who seem, for all their desire to get properly paired off, equally conflicted about the whole endeavor. The women work and travel; they like their lives and have friends who offer the sort of support a spouse might. All seem to want, at some level, simple, non-transactional, unconditional affection. At the same time, they talk in transactional terms. The series leaves us with a somewhat haunting vision, an echo of a refrain repeated throughout the show, but one that lands louder with our final subject.
“I almost feel like a god”: From dating to business, white men are winning in India
I posed the question to a group of my girlfriends one evening not long ago, as we sat on the rooftop of Latitude Bar and Grill, among a mixed crowd of something professionals, sipping margaritas and enjoying the last days of a New York summer. The collective response was a nonchalant who cares , with all agreeing that the topic has been overly probed in the media. We are a group of women of color who have all participated in interracial dating.
Journalist and author Radhika Sanghani, 27, explains why she’s on a quest to not marry the man she’s expected to.
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Some Of The Things An American Woman Said She Got Asked By Indian Men Will Make You Cringe
One of my parents is from Andhra Pradesh and one is from Telangana. My dad is from a more rural farming background, one of nine kids. My mom, her father was a professor and her grandmother marched with Gandhi and went to jail during the independence movement.
Land rights, healthcare, housing, and assistance all deal with blood quantum and how Indian one is ‘officially.’ Besides that, marrying Native was.
Jan 6, I always thought she was a traitor. I thought someday my Indian prince would come: the son of an activist in braids, with a mind full of theory and a stoic wisdom. But surprisingly I fell in love with a white man, with dusty blond hair and blue eyes. I was always told we were a dying breed. For generations Native women could not govern their own bodies, because white men and officials dictated we were their wards.
We were subject to exploitation, objectification, and degradation at the hands of white people. Why would I ever want to give my body or love to a white man, a man who could never understand my grief or lineage? I looked for a Native man, and it was tough.
This is What Marrying a White Man Taught me About Life, Family and Blending our Cultures
The five things that still bother Indian women and why we need to speak about them. I was standing at a small kirana shop on the Delhi University campus when a young man in his 20s stopped by for cigarettes. The shopkeeper advised him to give up smoking.
I was brought up with the belief that white people and Punjabi people were the only kinds of people I should really spend time with. South Indians.
My cousins can be split into two groups: Ones who grew up with weaves and skin lighteners and ones who needed sunscreen and haircuts. Our family is a classic case of women and the black men who left them versus the white men who stayed. I remember being 6 and slapping my white uncle in the face to figure out why his face turned bloodred. I wondered how men with such delicate bodies seemed to be the only ones who could endure the storm. When my cousin on the all-black side birthed a baby girl whose father had become abusive, we took a long ride to a shopping mall.
She was looking to me for advice on raising a fatherless child, considering my firsthand experience. We rolled down the windows in her beat-up car and took in as much air as we could. There is nothing to worry about. She will be fine. At least she will have a great uncle. I turned out okay. We bought crop tops, tight jeans, and earrings so big that they touched our shoulders. On the ride home we were quiet and I decided I would never date a black man as long as my feet touched this earth.
It was like that for a while—dismissing every suitor who resembled my father.
I Knew I Wasn’t What My Future Mother-in-Law Wanted
Yet, there I was, feet dipped in clear water, staring into the horizon, trying to convince two middle-aged women whom I did not know that the man I was with was indeed my husband. By the fourth day of our vacation on the islands, we had got used to being stared at. She then asked me questions about our wedding and everything that had led to it.
Yet, there I was, feet dipped in clear water, staring into the horizon, trying to convince two middle-aged women whom I did not know that the man I.
BMWs: blacks, Muslims and whites. As a teenager, I took this joke as ridiculously superficial racism but as I grew up, I could see that the prejudice ran deeper than I thought. My parents were first-generation immigrants from Kenya. But now I am dating and marrying a white man who is not only a different color than me but from a different culture.
Cue hilarious misunderstandings and tides of mistranslated irreverent anecdotes. Having a relationship is one thing, but planning a wedding with both our families wanting to be heavily involved especially mine is proving tricky.
What Happened When I Married into Indian Culture
Someone, somewhere, is always going to be upset with your existence, even if you are the epitome of goodness… Say a feminist Avenger superhero who saves children by day and runs a night shelter for ageing dogs. And being garbage, it rightfully got trashed by Indians in the media and on Twitter. Because to me, even while growing up, dark was beautiful. And , not but. How did our fair, tall, doctor boy fall for this dark girl?
But the Dark Ages pun intended have now ended, right?
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The following post is a guest post from Beth, who has been living in India for years. I had only been on my first date in India for about 30 minutes, and already I was almost in tears and wanted to go home! It was a nightmare! A friend introduced to me to a nice looking Indian guy who asked me for my number. I thought, why not? Several days later I accepted his offer to go out for dinner.
Am I Finally Done With White Guys?
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Hard to believe that just 50 years ago, interracial marriage was illegal in Texas. An interracial relationship is when both parties in the relationship belong to different socially-defined races or racialized ethnicities. My husband is white, and I am Asian! Our kiddo is going to have to have a ball picking a category on government papers haha. But more on her later. My dad always told me that the integrity and character of a person mattered most to him.
A brown woman with a white man brings out the worst in Indians
Growing up in a traditional Punjabi household, I was constantly surrounded by color, fragrance, music, and flavor. I was also, at a very young age, acutely aware of how different I looked from the rest of my white American classmates. There were a handful of colored children in my classes throughout elementary school — but they were different from the white kids in ways that were different from my different. When I went to gurdwara Sikh temple every Sunday.
When I went to visit relatives and attended Punjabi parties.
My parents don’t use forks” — he talked candidly with us about racial dynamics in Queens, why his relatives in India think he and his brother, Hari, are singers and.
We ourselves live in a pretty sick society that seems incapable of feelings of sisterhood, brotherhood, solidarity. DC: How do we support the movement in the US and how does one show solidarity with people protesting in India? I would say that the best way of supporting that movement is to understand where it comes from, first of all. The history of slavery, racism, the civil rights movement—its successes and failures. And to understand the role that the majority of the Indian community in the US has played in all of this.
Who has it traditionally aligned itself with? The answers will tell us a lot about our own society. We can only support that really grand show of rage across cultures and communities that is happening there, if we address our own values and actions with some degree of honesty. We ourselves live in a pretty sick society that seems incapable of feelings of sisterhood, brotherhood, solidarity….