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They say the intermediate woman starts planning her wedding for the duration of childhood. She plays dress-up with her friends, plans the weddings of her dolls and stuffed animals, and in the long run grows to an age where friendships turn into something more. Unfortunately, the intermediate bride is fixed when it comes to what she may afford in terms of a wedding. She may have a savings and her parents may be more than willing to pay, but there is always a budget. That is, unless you’re a celebrity or woman coming from a well-to-do family. In that case, you might be competent to throw an affair that is merely over-the top, just like these couples did.

Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pit Wedding Price Tag: $1 million

Brad and Jennifer got married at a gorgeous Malibu estate in 2000. We recognise the price tag related with a 200-guest wedding is bound to be high, but $1 million seems a bit extraordinary. Her Lawrence Steele gown was gorgeous, her Manolo Blahnik sandals were the jealousy of each woman with a shoe fetish, and the ludicrous number of flowers (somewhere around 50,000) did invent a charming atmosphere. We’re gorgeous sure the fireworks display at the end of the night is what put the price tag for this affair over the top. We hope it was worth the expense giving careful consideration to the marriage only lasted 5 years.

Elin Nordegren and Tiger Woods Wedding Price Tag: $1.5 million

While not one of the most costly weddings on earth, the story of Tiger and Elin has surely been a hot topic of conversation. The now-divorced couple was married in 2004 at a mystery ceremony witnessed by 120 of their nearest friends and family members. The couple rented out the entire hotel and made sure that the only charter helicopter company on the island was booked solid for the weekend as well. We wonder how much it cost to have Hootie and the Blowfish carry out before the fireworks display over the ocean.

Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise Wedding Price Tag: $2 Million

These two superstars married in 2006 and expended a beauteous penny to do so. They bypassed the conception of hiring a corporate limo to take them to the church and rather opted to get married in a 15th Century castle in the middle of Italy. Katie and her bridal party were outfitted in Georgio Armani dresses designed specifically for her wedding and the couple pleasantly occupied their guests by having Andrea Boccelli carry out live. Over the top? We think so but we’re sure the couple and their guests had a great time.

Liza Minelli & David Gest Wedding Price Tag: $3.5 Million

Liza and David were married in New York City in 2002 in a ceremony that words plainly can’t do justice. Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor served as the best man and maid of honor while more then 500 celebrities, friends, and family members looked on. At the reception, Tony Bennet provided the amusement along with a 60-piece orchestra. The entire event, topped with a 12-tier cake, seems just a bit over the top. It’s a shame the marriage only lasted 1 year.

Delphine Arnault and Allesandro Vallarino Gancia Wedding Price Tag: $7 Million

Delphine is the daughter of a French businessman and Allesandro’s family owns a wine dynasty. They were married in France in 2005. She wore a stunning gown designed for her by John Galliano. We’re sure the 5,000 white roses used to embellish the reception hall added to the cost of the affair as well. Harper’s Bazaar included this ceremony in their list of spectacular weddings that year.

Vikram Chatwal and Priya Sachdev Wedding Price Tag: $20 Million

Have you ever been to a established Indian wedding? Don’t let Vikram (son of a hotel mogul) and Priya (a finelooking actress) fool you into believing their $20 million ceremony is anything close to normal. They opted to bypass established limo services, rather hiring private jets to fly their guests from city to city over the course of their 10-day party. They shared their particular day(s) with more than 600 guests.

Vanisha Mittal and Amit Bhatia Wedding Price Tag: $78 Million

As far as we may tell, the wedding of Vahisha Mittal (daughter of a millionaire) and Amit Bhatia (an investment banker) is the most pricey on record. They were married in France in 2004 and even Forbe’s Magazine has acknowledged this as the most costly wedding to date. Forget invitations. These two opted to send out 20-page books lined in silver to the1,000 guests taking part in their 5-day affair. The chef, from Calcutta, prepared more than 100 dissimilar dishes and the wine tab alone was more than $1.5 million. This one holds a place in the Guinness Book of World Records – and for good reason.

There are dozens of stories with regards to extravagant weddings – a good deal of with price tags higher than those listed here (with the exception of the last). The reality of the circumstance is that most of us will have to stick to dresses from David’s Bridal, feed from local caterers, lowpriced limousine rentals, and flowers from the shop up the street. We won’t get married in French castles and we in all probability won’t be competent to charter entire islands. Even still, it doesn’t hurt to dream a little!

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THE IRREVERENT, EYE-OPENING, AND HILARIOUS BOOK THAT DARES TO ASK…

Why do so galore high-profile black men date and marry the most ordinary white women?

Why do so numerous other black men desire and covet the company of white women?

And why does this subject deeply touch so a good deal of people of both races?

Are these provocative questions matters of love, sex, revenge, power, or politics? All of the above, asserts Rajen Persaud in this illuminating, no-holds-barred book that will have you laughing with acknowledgement while fundamentally altering the way you see just in regards to everything — from sex and marriage to your own gender and race in all it is foibles, pretensions, and extreme possibilities.

Challenging each one of our preconceptions regarding mixed-race relationships, Rajen Persaud’s commentary lights up a topic that has only deepened in intensity and relevance in the decades since Sidney Poitier asked the world “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” The answers, so deeply deeply rooted in our fabric as a nation and even grounded in our past, strength us to look at ourselves and our culture with new eyes while pondering matters of

CELEBRITY: From Michael Jordan to Bryant Gumbel to Tiger Woods, high-profile affairs and marriages with no shortage of controversy.

SEX: Are black men choosing white women — or rejecting black women?

RACE: How white male insecurity is the key to understanding racism.

RELATIONSHIPS: Is it more than love that brings the races together?

POLITICS: How fear is used to gain power, from sexual politics to international war.

MEDIA: How movies and television keep black men running to white women.

…and much more. Get ready for Why Black Men Love White Women — and in the end grasp the kinship phenomenon of our times.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter One

Soiled

How come you motherfuckers don’t fetch no white bitches when you come up here? — Richard Pryor, to a white man coming to a black whorehouse

Background

Throughout American history, the white male and the black female have had an open sexual relationship. Not consensual, by any means. It was born out of rape, humility, and control. During slavery, whites “introduced the house slaves to white ways, minimal education and non-consensual sexual relations.” It has long been held that even the father of the United States, George Washington, had sexual intercourse with his female slaves and it was this conduct that may have resulted in his death. He reportedly caught pneumonia because of his usual visits to the slave quarters, which were less fit for humane habitation.

The most perverse celebration of these associations was Thomas Jefferson’s kinship with one of his slaves, Sally Hemings. Many have celebrated it as a romance of the forbidden fruit, but, as Randall Robinson asserts, “Jefferson was a slave holder, a racist, and — if one accepts that consent cannot be given if it cannot be refused — a rapist.” Black humans at this time had no rights and were considered the property of white men to do with as they pleased. Robert Newsome, a sixty-year-old slaver, “needed more than a hostess and a manager of household affairs; he required a sexual partner. Newsome seems to have purposely chosen to buy a young slave girl to fulfill this role….” It is sure that “from the moment he purchased Celia, Newsome regarded her as both his property and concubine.” And “[o]n his return to Callaway County, Newsome raped Celia, and by that act, once traditionalisti and specified the nature of the kinship amongst the master and his newly acquired slave.” She was just fourteen years old and that was in all probability her primary sexual experience. During this time, as well as much later on, “[f]ew black women reached the age of sixteen without having been harassed by a white male.”

Without any rights, legal recourse, or shelter from local, state, or federal authorities, a black woman could make no decision concerning anything that affected her life. There were no battered women’s shelters, NOW movement, rape crisis center, NAACP, Al Sharpton, or any help sympathetic to her discomforts. She was completely incapable of rejecting her master’s wishes. Her selections were to do or die.

This was the beginning of the soiling of the black woman in America. It was peculiarly ravaging when seen through the spectacles of black men. The experience painted an unflattering picture of her that has remained in the mental albums of black men. She was scaled down to a sexual brood mare to increase the slave population, which helped to develop the enormous white wealth that further empowered the colonizers, as well as satisfy the slaver’s salacious sickness, degenerating her to an ejaculatory dumping ground for the grotesque delights forced on the conquered. There is no denying “that the white man has had the chief hand in undermining the morals of the Negro women. He has been living in concubinage with them for over three hundred years!” In The Souls of Black Folk, W.E.B. DuBois said, “The red stain of bastardy, which two centuries of systemic legal defilement of Negro women had stamped upon [this] race, meant not only the loss of ancient African chastity, but also the hereditary weight of a mass of corruption from white adulterers, threatening almost the obliteration of the Negro home.” One slave recalled:

My marster owned three plantations and three hundred slaves. He started out wid two ‘oman slaves and raised three hundred slaves. One wuz called “Short Peggy” and the udder wuz called “Long Peggy.” Long Peggy had twenty-five chilluns. Long Peggy, a black ‘oman, wuz boss ob de plantation. Marster freed her atter she had twenty-five chilluns. Just think o’ dat — raisin’ three hundred slaves wid two ‘omans.

Harriet Jacobs in her slave narrative, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, recounted:

For years my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images and to ruin the pure images inculcated by my grandmother….

He tried his utmost to corrupt the pure principles my grandmother had instilled. He peopled my young mind with unclean images, such as only a vile monster could think of. I turned from him with disgust and hatred. But he was my master. I was compelled to live beneath the same roof with him — where I saw a man forty years my senior daily violating the most sacred commandments of nature.

Dirt floors, barns, cotton fields, slave houses, back porches, bathrooms, outhouses, and any place one could imagine served as the theater for the slave master’s pornographic exploits. Not only was the black woman brought down, but she was now dirty, used, abused, passed around, and been around.

The Contrived Goddess

On the other side, the white woman was held up as the pure, Christian, idealisti example of womanhood and, more important, she was altogether off limits to the black man. If the eyes of a black man were to land on a white woman, it could mean death. Black men were dehumanized through whipping, hanging, castration, decapitation, burning, drowning, dismembering, and respective other forms of atrocious humane behavior, merely to right the wrongs of a casual glance, a exercise that is still in vogue in innovative American society. In 1989, Yusuf Hawkins was shot to death in Brooklyn because he was mistaken for somebody seeing a white girl. And in 2003, an eighteen-year-old Georgia high-school football player was sentenced to ten years in prison for having sex with a white girl who was two months from her seventeenth birthday. It was consensual, but when her father found out, he forced her to say it was rape.

Historically, “[c]hallenging the word of a white woman just wasn’t done.”

Consequently, the white woman at last developed a cry of omnipotence. All that was necessitated was an accusation versus a black person to trigger the wrath of her male protectors. Even if she cried wolf, there was guaranteed punishment for the accused. Charles Stuart tried this tactic after murdering his wife in Massachusetts and blaming it on a black man. He wanted insurance cash to open a restaurant — she was eight months pregnant when he shot her in the head. As a result, a lot of black men were harassed and detained, and one was arrested who “confessed” to a crime Mr. Stuart was later found to have committed. Susan Smith used it to try to scatter the scent of suspicion after she drowned her children and blamed a black man for kidnapping them.

In the summer of 2002, Bryant Gumbel’s son, Bradley, was arrested and held for twenty-four hours because a white woman said he looked like the man who attacked her. Not long after, the entire state of Florida was on lockdown as the world watched three Muslim men detained for seventeen hours because a great deal of white woman said she heard them talking suspiciously.

And the story of fourteen-year-old Emmett Till — who was snatched from his bed in the middle of the night, tortured for days, and tossed into the Tallahatchie River in Mississippi with a seventy-five-pound cotton gin fan around his neck and a shotgun hole in his head for whistling at a white store clerk in the 1950s — still remains a shameful percentage of American history.

“Dare I ask how does it feel to have a horrid crime devoted in your name?” wrote Nikki Giovanni.

While the black woman could be violated at will, the white woman’s ease was protected with the extreme price. In this case, the death penalty was not law but habit as the casual killing of black men became sport. This environs helped to mainly increase any interest the black man may have had in the white woman. If the black man had no innate interest in the white woman, he surely would have produced a lot of just out of curiosity. Anyone would be intrigued by what was being protected. A Ph.D. in humane anatomy and genetics would find interest in a white woman if he was refused access to her. Just being refused the capacity to even look at someone would give rise to an interest, and over the years an obsession would develop — a phenomenon that is still apparent in a heap of black men.

Sexual Distance

The more the black woman was soiled, the more the white woman was deified. On some occasions, even looking at a movie poster with a white woman on it was criminal, as was brushing past her, looking her in the eye, or being in the same room alone with her. As the physical and social distance amidst the white woman and the black man increased, the psychosexual distance amidst the two decreased, devising a mutual interest. One could view this as a psychological rubber band. Left alone, the opposing sides of the rubber band are not drawn together, but pull them apart and the slightest give sends the two rushing toward each other.

Additionally, the white man’s kinship with the black woman and his shelter of white women produced an appetite of vengeful lust within a heap of black men, as well as a deep interest by the white woman. Interactions amid white men and black women were in your face and very difficult to ignore. It was not subtle, or on the down low; it was vile, repugnant, evil, and unforgiving. The experience coined the most used word in America when describing an individual or even something that is despised — motherfucker.

There was perfectly no respect for the aroused existence of the black family. Entering slave quarters, the white man would walk past the black man and his children and defile any black female at will. That female could even be a child and ofttimes was. He would also warn the black man that the experience had better be good; and often times the black male would pledge that it would be good, as if to provide the rapist a sexual guarantee. On the way out, the rapist would arrogantly know that it was good and r…

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A Subjective View Packaged as Scholarship
By Terence B. Washington
Before you read this book, recognise that the author is a stand-up comic. He slyly presents his opinion as researched fact and draws conclusions based on these “facts.” Rajen Persaud begins with a supposition–black men “love” white women–that may have been backed by a good deal of study that a heap of sociologist has already conducted but is absent from this text; in the end, we just have to believe him. That’s page one. Persaud proceeds the trend of faux-scholarship, trashing Phillis Wheatley’s historical worth based on ONE POEM and painting Condoleezza Rice as a traitor to the African American community merely because she studied Russian. He calls Alan Keyes a “self-serving ingrate” for describing slavery (not the American history of slavery, but slavery in general) as “in violation of the rudimentary premise of humane dignity… not a racial issue.” Valuing black lives over those of others is inherent racist, Rajen Persaud–shame on you. The author seems unsure whether this book is supposed to be a scholarly work or a work of humorous observation like that of Chris Rock or Richard Pryor, who are cited frequently. The biggest divergence amid Rock and Pryor and Persaud is two of them are funny, and the other one wrote this book. Unfortunately, “Why Black Men…” is either a sociological study that doesn’t hold up to basic principles of proof and argument or a funny book that, frankly, is too pretentious (and un-funny) to be comedic. Rajen Persaud doesn’t know which it is, and neither do I.

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Now I recognise why!
By Tiffany Reader
Finally, an individual took the time to lay this issue out the way it ought to be. This brother hit it from all angles, from the historical to the social, and even to the religious. While much of the content was a bit disturbing, it was good to know. And it made me feel a whole lot better when it comes to myself. At least I recognise why now and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

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