Hi @taiowa72 –
First off, sounds like we’re the same age. (I’m guessing the ‘72 in your name means, like me, you turned 40 this year.) I’ll bet we could share some similar stories of growing up in the 70s (the era of Free to Be You and Me) like having Underoos and banana seat bikes as kids. ;)
Your question reminds me of a conversation I’ve had with one of my very best girl friends. She was born on the East Coast but mainly grew up in Atlanta and had a very similar experience to yours. She’s taken a lot of grief and been called names like “Oreo”...all for being an educated black woman (well, girl at the time) and talking properly.
She lived in Colorado and Atlanta then moved north to Minnesota for a fantastic job…and at first thought that MN might be where she’d be most comfortable. (Although as a black woman she was definitely in the minority here—because MN is still predominantly white as far as demographics go..though as every year passes we get a bit more diversity.)
But after about a decade here some things began to wear on her.. like when she’d shop in Target and some store associate would suddenly start sort of “following” her through the store…and how some overly friendly white women had a tendency to walk up to her in the grocery store checkout line and say: “Ooohh, your dreads are so beautiful, can I touch ‘em?” (Um, NO..Do you see me asking to touch YOUR head complete stranger?)
She got tired of feeling like she was always ‘sticking out’ or something.. and even when people were complimenting her hair or her clothes or her style…it became a reminder of being seen as somehow different (even if it was couched in a compliment on her lovely long hair).
She’s recently moved back to Atlanta – where she is not a minority and where she is surrounded by family and friends. While it’s not all perfect..she is at “home” there..perhaps more so than she was here in MN. While I miss her terribly..I’m happy that she’s happy.. (and besides, I travel a lot for business so I’ll see her every time I go through ATL).
As you might be able to guess from my avatar I am, like @jerv, a pasty white geek.
While I really feel for you that you’ve gone through life this far taking abuse from people with the same racial background (and that blows my mind, honestly)...know that you’re far from alone. I live in a total redneck area and people around me really don’t “get” my interests, either.
My husband and I once drove from our relatively rural (like I said, pretty dang redneck) part of town into Mpls and went to a live MPR show—a taping of “This American Life” with Ira Glass..and as we walked into the theater to take our seats looked around in shock as we found ourselves surrounded by “our people”. (And we both got a bit verklempt and said: “Our people! There are actually people like us!”)
I have another good friend (a black man in his early 40s) who’s in the same situation as you.. plus my girl friend from ATL…so you need to find these kindred souls.
And, as @uberbatman points out..moving from IA to TX isn’t exactly going to help you find the most open minded folks.. (tho, I think Austin, TX would be an exception to the above comment…)
Here’s what I recommend.. make a list of your values and your interests. Get involved with those things (be it tutoring folks for literacy, Political action groups, volunteering in your community) and strike up conversations with people from any and all walks of life.
You may find your new best friend is a half-Thai, half-Czech woman who grew up in Ohio being pissed off by people incorrectly calling her “Chinese” all the time.
If you really don’t mind being friends with folks of any and all racial backgrounds—just go out for what you feel passionate about and find friends who share your passion.
If you’re looking for other black folks to get over their predisposition to judge you based on the way you talk…you might try Atlanta. It’s a big city filled with a lot of educated and successful professionals AND it has a bit more diversity…so odds are a lot better than in IA or Texas that you’d find some kindred souls.