A career she enjoyed, a nice home, two adorable children and a husband. My aspirations for both a career and family were set at the age of 12. Producing a segment on the low marriage rates in black America was not without its challenges. I am part of a generation of Americans who are choosing to postpone marriage while they pursue their careers. I will not attribute it to a lack of options, intra- or interracially. On a macro level, the horizon is grim, but my personal experience reflects stories of black women and men who are married or very seriously considering it.
She shared her tools for success with me at an early age. I wore my "black and single" crown proudly, withstanding jokes and heckles from coworkers and questions from fellow singles like Kriss Turner, a black woman profiled for the "Black Woman & Family" documentary who asked me, "You're in Atlanta; what's your problem? Social and economic conditions are very strong influences, but so is the desire for love.
She went to college, got married and waited until she was 26 to have her first child. If I remain in my current statistical category, a single black woman, it will be because I missed someone while gazing at the ancient obelisks of Egypt's Karnak Temple, partying with expats in Hong Kong or simply spending time with family and friends in America.
But as I approach 30 and measure the goals I had at 12 against the reality of life, the only thing I can check off that list is a college education. For the past year, I have researched, read and conducted several interviews on this topic for the "Black in America" series. What is a rooted example in the black community is also sprouting legs among America's other racial groups. If it doesn't happen, it won't be because of a widening gap in the education, employment and ambitions of black men and women.
— a group of overwhelmingly white candidates., veteran casting director Lacey Pemberton says her ultimate goal is to ensure the potential for compatibility between the Bachelorette and her suitors, not to turn the cast into a miniature United Nations.Men of character, wit and charisma, alongside whom I have spent some of the best times of my life. East and South Asians, Persians, Arabs, Native Americans, Polynesians — all options as far as I was concerned. Then came the night my girlfriend jokingly called me a racist after I rejected a list of possible options, including her brilliant and cute brother, because they just were “not my type,” my longtime code for “melanin-deficient.” We laughed about it. I pride myself on being open and accepting people at face value, yet, consciously or not, I was writing off millions of single and potentially interesting American men simply because they were white.