Here's some of the powerful writing this piece sparked for WM: "Walking down the street, men seem to have no problem looking at me as though I am a piece of meat that they are ready to throw on a BBQ. It as if the only reason I exist is for their pleasure. At no point is my humanity recognized in their desire to consume me, to declare me a possession.
When I walk with the unhusband hand in hand black men look at me as though I have somehow betrayed them. It is as though I have betrayed my entire race for daring to love as I chose. It is not about me as a person but their right to claim ownership over me. It seems that black women belong to everyone but ourselves. We have no identity other than servitude, exploitation and submission."
There is more here, well worth reading. For those who follow the documentary's trail and question some of the director's assumptions, this post from Black Girl Blogging is articulate and useful.
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