Angry? Who me?

Photo Credit: SHERRONDA J. BROWN

It seems like we, black women, have been striving for equality in a world that sees us through biased eyes, as Angry Black Women. But, why is this happening after decades of shifts in society? I mean, can we not live our best lives too?

Why is it that society looks at us as “Angry”? How long will we have to fight to break chains an keep the broken? When I was raised, I had the opportunity to be reared by a middle class working mother and grandmother. However, the down side to living in that era was that tolerated domestic violence, husbands beating wives and wives staying.

While I cannot speak with certainty, I later became a victim of domestic violence in what would be my first real relationship as a young woman. In my mind, I thought this was acceptable and later learned that was a result of what I witnessed as a child. Society could never understand the shoes that we walk in nor the weight we carry on our shoulders. Why can’t we be any other emotion such as bothered (not angry) by how we are oppressed, overlooked, disregarded, and mistreated?

The fact that we are still being stereotyped as angry black women is disheartening. After decades, why are we still being viewed as angry and that validates the fact that we are still behind the ball when it comes to equality.

Personally, I am often faced with these stereotypes as a mother. A few weeks ago, I took my daughter to her cheerleading class and when we returned to my car, one of the mothers had parked so close to my car that I was unable to get into my car. When I went inside to ask the administrator to have the driver of the car come out to move her SUV so that I could get into my car, she seemed shocked that I would ask such a question. I mean, I could have simply crawled through the passenger side of my car in a dress and maneuver my way out of the parking space, right?

Wrong – when the lady came to see what I was talking about, she did not even bother looking my way or apologizing; it seemed that I was inconveniencing her for “my inconvenience” or perhaps she was afraid that I, an “Angry” black woman would say something confrontational. Perhaps starting jerking my head, shrugging my shoulders and rolling my neck, but I didn’t. Sure, I was annoyed, but angry, no.


It is times like that where I wonder why are we constantly battling the stereotype of being angry, the image that continues to hang over black women’s head.

Sure, we are entitled to anger, but that is not who we are each and every moment of our days. We are exhausted and tired of being categorized.
Dear Society,

Can you please stop stereotyping us, assuming tthat you understand our circumstances versus asking?

We are simply misunderstood. We feel emotions of all kinds, just like the next women, whether she is caucasian, mandarin, hispanic, and any other race. Give us a chance to break the chains and become more than just an “Angry” black woman in society.

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