Afro-Latinos: Do We Really Need To Belong?

Afro-latinos have been quite vocal over the past two years with regard to “negrura” and being Latino. It’s a vicious cycle que naviguemos almost daily. However, this is where I get off.

It just feels like the call of attention to afro-Latinos is just a highlight of the latter with a need to pander for acceptance. I’m not here for that shit. At ALL. Mira, it’s a shitty feeling to walk in places with people with whom you share a culture, a language or even a native country and they treat you like you are invisible because you’re black. I mean- you really couldn’t see my black ass? And because we want to appear gracious or non-confrontational, we do shit like smile or speak in Spanish so we can be a part of the “familia”. FUCK THAT. No. Really. FUCK THAT.

Last year, we were at my brother-in-law’s house and there was a family gathering. My husband’s sister, apparently, invited some of HER folks over and they came. All was going well until I hear my husband and my bro-in-law interacting with some drunk Mexican dude ( I might still be a little pissy).

The conversation goes as follows:

Mi negro: ” blah blah yadda yadda…. I’m Dominican and Anthony is my brother.”

Standing with his brother.