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Last Sunday I was at a metal show, taking pictures. The show was at a small, dingy club and there weren't too many people there. I had plenty of room to move around in front of the stage, which was not even a foot off the floor.
So thank goodness I had a strap around my camera and it was around my neck because all of a sudden, this woman not only walks in front of me mid-shot, but butted my shoulder - hard - knocking my camera out of my hands. To this day I don't know if she did it on purpose or is night-blind but I'm kinda ashamed of what I did next - without even hesitating.
I went after her.
As I approached her (yelling what the f#$k) I felt an arm around my shoulder, pulling me away. I turned around and it was this older white dude, who I guess was her boyfriend/husband because he was behind her, and saw what had happened. He was trying to pull me away and I violently shrugged him off. I glared at the couple who smirked at me. By their appearance - expensive clothes, the woman had long frosted-blond hair, stilettos and too-tight jeans, they looked about 40+ but really wanted to be 20 - and didn't exactly fit in. But as a black woman, neither did I.
Wanting to get shots, I muttered some not-so nice obscenities and went back to what I was doing. I am desperately trying to practice with my new pro camera, as photos really accentuate my music journalism. I was incredibly pissed but at the time I didn't let it slow me down. In hindsight, I realized it was because of what she looked like that made me so angry.
She was White. She was somewhat attractive, obviously privileged, and looked like she didn't have a care in the world. Even though she didn't look like she should be enjoying technical death metal, she would always 'fit in' more than I ever would.
The metal scene is not the easiest scene to be in, but being in it is a big part of my writing career and I am passionate about it. What I am not so passionate about is the grief I occasionally get for being a black woman - usually the only one - at shows.
I am somewhat lucky because my male colleagues take me seriously. But I had to work my ass off to get their respect - after they got over the shock. I also take my photography very seriously, because I want to be recognized as a somewhat good photographer. So when this woman butted me, I took it personally. It was as though she thought I wasn't even there and then her husband / boyfriend who tried to patronize me made it even worse. It coincided with a couple of incidents at a show I had gone to review a few days prior which had also left me angry. But which is worse: people who visibly let you know that you aren't wanted in "their space" or people who just choose to deem you as invisible?
Another part to why I was a bit salty that night: A few weeks ago I was in NYC to review a show and to interview a metal musician for my book. The musician, who is well-known in the industry told me point blank that white women hate Black women. To clarify because that is a blanket statement, we were talking about record sales, etc. So when I asked him about the potential of a Black female metal musician being able to sell records, he was doubtful. "One of the things that drives people to buy albums is that the listener feels some similarity with the artist. I don't think White women ( who mostly buy albums) would find any with a Black female artist."
This week on the blogosphere there were a couple of blog posts that inspired me to evaluate the almost-beating I laid on the woman at the show. Posts that while didn't validate my almost-violent behavior, made me think about the divide between Black and White women.
While many believe - as I did once when I was about five or so- that all women have this weird solidarity thing goin' on. That we are supposed to support each other and be a bit more sensitive to each other because we all have a vagina and breasts, but it isn't so.
Women can be just as racist, sexist and assholish as men. And when they are, most often, it is even more hurtful then when a man exhibits that behavior. As we















