The American White Wife

The American White Wife:

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What do a lot of white hubbies fear? That really is an important question when you come to think about it, and I would say it don't only rest with white hubbies but with just every husband out there in the world (although I wouldn't know if such applies to Eskimos or those who inhabit the wide sparse of arid habitation called Siberia, but please accept the humor and let's move on). 

For the purpose of keeping this straight, we're going to focus on white hubbies and their lovely wives. 

Every hubby carries a weighty fear of his wife and whatever she might be indulging into behind his back. Unless of course the hubby has got his mind all focused on work and making money to care about where his other half is or has been. The white wife has been the ultimate trophy woman since time immemorial. In the U.S., no place was this more evident than in the case of the American South. We can wonder why folks like the KKK ever got the temerity to go after coloured individuals, but we can look past the skin and see what lay hidden behind the southern white man's prejudiced mind. This subject of keeping the white woman chaste and harboured by societal restructures has been in vogue much through the early times of the twentieth century and well into 50's America. Hers was pictured into a model of a typical housewife: staying indoors mending to the kids' welfare and meeting with her female friends to play bridge and pass along dirty gossip of whatever is lurking deep underneath Suburbia America's backyard. How was she ever to know that they laid cracks under the shell? That the world was changing and most especially that she too was changing?

Then came the cultural revolution of the 60s, and like the messianic words of W.B. Yeats, `Things had indeed fallen apart and the centre could no longer be made whole again'. The mini-skirt was invented and the Pill revolutionized what had always been lacking in a woman's psyche. The black man's cries were resounding in the ghettos and won't ever be kept silent again. The white woman gradually became self-aware of what her fellow men had tried in vain to keep hidden from her eyes. 

Her children too were coming alive, more militant, more out-spoken than their parents ever were. They embraced the Counter-Culture, they read pornographic or banned literature, they smoked marijuana and dabbled with psychedelic rock and roll … and they discovered interracial sex.

It came with a silence that most never knew existed. Marilyn Chambers showed us what lay hidden behind the `Green Door', and before you knew it, this hidden lifestyle became America's favorite kept secret. Couples got into the act too. Behind motel rooms and closed bedroom doors, husbands introduced their hungry wives to secret pleasures they never thought they would ever find elsewhere outside their homes. 

The white woman became enamored of her own sexuality, and though there still exist cracks in the system, she no longer desired to be the indoor housewife much anymore. Oh, don't get me wrong, she still wants to be well-kept (which woman would ever want to be denied that?), but she wants the room and freedom to choose more of what she wants out of it. No longer must she be afraid of what Sex is about, not when she knows that she too is Sex. 

If it talks like Sex

Walks like Sex

Speaks of Sex

Dresses with Sex … then she is SEX.

Still the fight is not overly won. Around her is the weighting machine known as `Society', which still seeks desperately to return her to the lifestyle her mother and grand-mother were used to back in the 1950s. society is always poking its nose into her affairs, wanting to tell her what to do with her life: what sort of company to keep, the sort of husband she ought to pick for a mate, whom and how to make love, and to sit back and watch re-runs of `Desperate Housewives', when the kids aren't giving her headaches. The same goes with her husband too, who unconsciously acts as Society's wheel in keeping her glued to where she ought to be, to what she ought to make herself become.

The American Woman has a long fight to travel and a long journey to struggle. She is like the American black man of the 60s. Although separate by color, creed and substance, theirs is a struggle towards the Everest of society they ought to make…