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Yes, he was tall, dark and handsome – just like he said. It's just such a shock for me." I suddenly realised that Rick had given me plenty of indications that he was black. I didn't think I was a racist, but maybe I was, because there was no way I was going to have any kind of relationship with this man – no way. I described myself – 18, slim, tall (5' 9", which is tall for a girl, I think) pretty (if I do say so myself) and with long blonde hair. Hi." He was talking as if everything was normal, but he hadn't told me he was black. He said he liked the sound of that and described himself as tall, dark and handsome. But then the temptation became too much and I decided I wanted to meet him. Yes, he was wearing a red cap, but this couldn't' be Rick – not my Rick. You liked the man you chatted with on the net, but now that you see he's a black man, so you don't like him any more." I was mortified – mainly because he was right. I started thinking, why had I chosen this deserted section of the park to meet him? And I thought – yes, the same old stereotype – that because he was black he might drag me into the bushes and rape me.
Please...please...it's all my fault." He looked at me with his sad eyes and my heart broke for him. How could I have judged him – pre-judged him – the way I did. It felt so good in his strong arms that I couldn't believe I had been so bad to him. I kept telling her I was visiting friends, when really I was seeing Rick any time I could. Rick was studying medicine and had a small apartment near the university. No, I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never been with a black man and I was afraid – yes, the old prejudices coming through – that he might be too rough with me. I looked around, pleased to see he wasn't one of those students who lived like pigs. I just never expected it from you." That only made me cry more, which made him laugh more. Everything I say just makes you cry." And that made me cry more. "Let's go get some coffee and get to know each other." Over the next two weeks we did just that. I had shocked myself – but not half as much as it would shock my mother if she knew. Even when he said 'tall, dark and handsome' he added, 'very dark' with a 'lol' after it. I didn't notice because...well, because of the way I was brought up. His voice had been cheerful when he greeted me, hurt when he saw my reaction, but now his tone was angry. We've been chatting online for months, we've got so much in common, so many things we both like – but suddenly none of that matters because I'm black." What could I say? But he was black, and 18 years of my mother's indoctrination had done its work on me. Not directly, but it was just in his general conversation.