Two Classes, Divided by Don’t Date Black Guys
Jul 16th, 2012 by Unamused
Steve Sailer brought this to my attention.
The New York Times just published an unintentionally hilarious article on two mothers from Ann Arbor, Michigan: “Two Classes, Divided by ‘I Do’” (July 14).
Jessica Schairer has so much in common with her boss, Chris Faulkner, that a visitor to the day care center they run might get them confused.
They are both friendly white women from modest Midwestern backgrounds who left for college with conventional hopes of marriage, motherhood and career. They both have children in elementary school. They pass their days in similar ways: juggling toddlers, coaching teachers and swapping small secrets that mark them as friends. They even got tattoos together. Though Ms. Faulkner, as the boss, earns more money, the difference is a gap, not a chasm.
But a friendship that evokes parity by day becomes a study of inequality at night and a testament to the way family structure deepens class divides. Ms. Faulkner is married and living on two paychecks, while Ms. Schairer is raising her children by herself. That gives the Faulkner family a profound advantage in income and nurturing time, and makes their children statistically more likely to finish college, find good jobs and form stable marriages.
Ms. Faulkner goes home to a trim subdivision and weekends crowded with children’s events. Ms. Schairer’s rent consumes more than half her income, and she scrapes by on food stamps.
It goes on to detail all the ways that Jessica Schairer’s life sucks compared to Chris Faulkner’s. And whence this glaring disparity?
[Ms. Schairer] got pregnant during her first year of college, left school and stayed in a troubled relationship that left her with three children when it finally collapsed six years ago. She has had little contact with the children’s father and receives no child support. […]
“Two incomes would certainly help with the bills,” she said. “But it’s parenting, too. I wish I could say, ‘Call your dad.’ ”
William Penn University, eight hours away in Iowa, offered a taste of independence and a spot on the basketball team. Her first thought when she got pregnant was “My mother’s going to kill me.” Abortion crossed her mind, but her boyfriend, an African-American student from Arkansas, said they should start a family. They agreed that marriage should wait until they could afford a big reception and a long gown.
Ms. Schairer has trouble explaining, even to herself, why she stayed so long with a man who she said earned little, berated her often and did no parenting. They lived with family (his and hers) and worked off and on while she hoped things would change. “I wanted him to love me,” she said. She was 25 when the breakup made it official: she was raising three children on her own.
Ms. Schairer did find a new boyfriend of unknown ethnicity.
They dated for a year before he moved in. […]
The details of what followed are less important than the disappointment the boyfriend left behind. No Legos got built during his six-month stay, and it took a call to the police to get him to go. The children asked about him a few days later but have not mentioned him since.
What about Chris Faulkner?
What most separates them is not the impact of globalization on their wages but a 6-foot-8-inch man named Kevin.
Who happens to be white. Just sayin’.
The couple’s life together has unfolded in to-do-list style. They did not inherit wealth or connections or rise on rare talent. They just did standard things in standard order: high school, college, job, marriage and children. “I don’t think I could have done it any more by the books,” Ms. Faulkner said.
The result is a three-bedroom house, two busy boys and an annual Disney cruise.
The Faulkners built a house in Livingston County because of the good schools.
Livingston County is 95% white and less than 1% black.
Jeremy Faulkner plays tennis and takes karate. Justin plays soccer and baseball. They both swim and participate in Boy Scouts, including a weeklong summer camp that brings the annual activities bill to about $3,500.
Two parents also bring two parenting perspectives. Ms. Faulkner does bedtime talks. Mr. Faulkner does math. When Ms. Faulkner’s coaxing failed to persuade Jeremy to try hamburgers, Mr. Faulkner offered to jump in a pool fully clothed if he took a bite — an offer Jeremy found too tempting to refuse.
This story doesn’t really require my commentary. I’m just posting it because I enjoy the hysterical response I get from black guys who take this stuff personally, when all I’m doing is pointing out that no white woman should ever date them.
Seriously, white girls: is that really necessary? Really? We get it, you’re pissed at your dad — fine. But c’mon, black guys? Seriously, cut it out already. Ew.
Anyway, I guess that’s one more entry for the “Perils of Miscegenation/Why White Women Shouldn’t Date Black Men” list. Huzzah?
Update: Steve Sailer’s Take
[O]ut of the voluminous comments that were either NYT Picks or Readers’ Favorites, very, very few, if any, mentioned that perhaps society ought to try to do a better job of letting young women know that black guys are, statistically speaking, more likely to:
- heedlessly impregnate them
- not marry them
- not support their offspring
Has anybody ever calculated the odds?
Read more at iSteve.