I hope that this type of narrative where one can see and understand the romantic relationships, which occur in such a dark time when we talk about the history of the United States, but told using fictional figures, a product of the mind of the car, as a form to make known this type of forbidden marital relationship, are liked by people who want to read a forbidden love story between blacks and whites.

A dramatic, passionate and intriguing love story about the challenges of interracial marital relationships, which were prohibited according to the laws of anti-racial miscegenation ,Which was illegal for African Americans and whites to marry or have intimate relationships, reasons why romantic stories between blacks and whites were mostly kept secret for fear of going to prison. for feeling love for a racially different person.

A dramatic love story where the main figures in the plot of a dramatic love story are represented by people from different racial groups, as is the case of this story between a white woman who falls in love with a black man during racial segregation and imposition of Jim Crow laws under the motto” equal, but separate” is something that is promoted.

What were the reasons why a white woman fell in love with a black man who lives around the corner?

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It is a fascinating, dramatic and human story, about how a white woman who is cheating on her husband with a black man. Story which reflects the challenges faced by any type of intimate, marital or concubinage relationship and even worse when We talked about a White woman being unfaithful to her husband with a black man during racial segregation. Type of intimate relationship, which was considered prohibited morally, socially condemned and criminalized by the laws of anti-racial miscegenation between a man and a woman during the Jim Crow laws in the United States.

The worst of all is that this story of infidelity between a White woman and a black man occurred in one of the most anti-black slave states, such as Georgia where the social norms of the black code were rigorously applied under the motto “equal but separate.” Under these laws and regulations of anti-black conduct during racial segregation prohibited blacks and whites from having any type of social interaction, let alone a marital relationship between both groups racial.

As a result of the laws against racial miscegenation, a person, regardless of racial group or social hierarchy, will be found to be part of this type of prohibited relationship, both the black man and the White woman could go to jail.

My name is Barbara, I am 30 years old. My husband’s name is Steven, he is 35 years old and works as a law enforcement officer. Between my husband and who is Telling this story we have two boys: one is 9 years old named Kevin and the youngest is 5 years old named Michael.

We live in Cabbagetown in the eastern part of the city of Atlanta in Georgia, in an area considered poor due to the enormous number of blacks who live in the segregated neighborhoods on the Edge of the city Some say the area where the most blacks live is the Fulton area. But I don’t believe. Let’s continue developing this story.

Everyone knows that after the civil war between the Northern States and the pro-slavery Southern States, many black people began to migrate to Atlanta through the low cost of renting houses compared to other states. As a result of the high cost of rent, many blacks live segregated in the cities of Jennings town, Sherman town and Summerhill, where many of them live in conditions of extreme poverty.

We all know that Jim Crow laws were implemented after the race riots in Atlanta in 1906. As a result of the imposition of these laws, the use of bars, parks, many neighborhoods, prisons, public order officers, as in the case of my husband, his work, apart from pursuing crime was also forced to enforce anti-black laws, something my husband hated to do and let’s not talk about when he had to patrol those black neighborhoods. Other an aspect that we must consider, public toilets, schools and public transport trams were also segregated by racial groups.

To understand the central plot of this story, we must accept that black people were seen and treated less than human, often as second-class citizens. As a White person, when you boarded city trams, as I do, white people sat in the front seats and black people sat in the back. When he Tram is full of passengers; Black people, whether men, women and the elderly have to give up their seats to white people.

In this dramatic story that I am telling you right now, using the tram as a means of transportation to secretly meet my black lover could be considered the focus of this story of infidelity between a White woman and a Black man during racial segregation in the United States.

This is a kind of passionate story full of deceit, lies and emotional abuse of a woman who spent moments of pleasure with a black man and couldn’t stop Thinking about him was something that consumed her mentally and created a certain nervousness in her, because she was cheating on her husband with the black man who lives around the corner and What would happen if her husband discovered the infidelity. Don’t have the slightest doubt. That obsession after a moment of pleasure with a black man was destroying life for everything I had fought for as a woman, but also as a wife and mother of two children.

How did this story about a White woman’s cheating with a black man in a type of forbidden passionate relationship really start?

What were the reasons why That a woman like me, a mother of two children, cheats on her husband with another man? What was my husband’s reaction when he found out that I was cheating on him with
another man? man? As I finish all? These are some of the questions that I will try to answer when I tell you this story in which I was cheating on my husband with a black man who valued what I could offer as a person, as a mother, but also as a woman.

When you are a housewife and mother of two small children, who lives economically in a difficult situation due to the low salary of a police officer working for the city, Believe me, I had to do everything possible to feed the children, pay the rent where we live, keep the people warm during the winter, but the worst thing about Our situation was the constant drunkenness of my husband, who sometimes, despite my fights every night, when they came home from doing their patrol rounds in the streets.

I could smell the cheap perfume of the prostitute women my husband slept with sometimes, when they did some kind of raid on the brothels by seizing prohibited drinks or responding to neighborhood complaints about the indecent acts of patrons, the loud sound of music, but also to dissipate disputes when a drunk was out of control and let’s not talk if a police officer found wandering the streets, a prostitute woman selling her services as a cheerful woman on the street, who would sometimes offer her body for a cigarette or a bottle of alcohol in any dark corner of the city.

My husband is a man with a strong, aggressive and abusive temperament, emotionally in the way he treats the children and the woman who is telling you this story. If my husband mistreats me when he is sober, blaming me for all his problems, doing a type of job he hates, you can imagine how he behaves when he’s drunk. I don’t know why, but my husband loses his temper, physically and verbally abusing me, accusing me of being a woman worse than a street prostitute, without They don’t care how the children feel, when they look at his father, mercilessly hitting his mother, because he didn’t like the type of food she was putting on the table. at that moment.

Many times before my husband’s physical and verbal abuse, I have to spend the night at the neighbor’s house to avoid my husband’s insults, but also the physical aggression to which he has accustomed me, a type of violence that I have reported, but many only tell me that they can do nothing because my husband is a police officer of order just like them, that I, as a woman, had to understand the type of dangerous and stressful work that my husband did protecting citizens workers and honest of the criminals who lurk in the city.

In short, they could not do anything to change the situation of abuse and mistreatment to which I was being subdued by my husband. A man who made me feel like the most miserable woman in the world, who was worthless to him.

But, despite being an abused wife, I had to be an emotionally strong woman for the mental health of my children and yes, as a mother, I have to endure the abuse from his father so that they, within the poverty we lived in, would have a roof over their heads, hot food prepared by their mother, but also love, protection and be careful who is telling you this story. A type of mother who would make any kind of sacrifice to see her children smile.

As you know how important it is for a child to celebrate his birthday with his friends from the neighborhood. Kevin, my oldest son would turn ten in the next few months years old, which was important to him. I, as a mother, could see in the shine of his eyes the excitement and the importance of this celebration for him, reasons why which as a mother, despite our economic limitations as a humble family, we had to make a sacrifice and buy him his first suit.

A black friend who lived in the same neighborhood recommended a black tailor who made suits for children and adults at a reasonable price that I could pay in installments. To get to the place where it was located, I had to take the tram and when I got to the city center, I had to stop at the first stop when the
Tram will turn left.

Accompanied by Kevin, my son got off the tram, and walking several blocks we arrived at a small men’s store. We touch the doorbell and an extremely polite black man, wearing one of those suits for rich white gentlemen who only could that type of suit for a gentleman of high society or businessman, he in a friendly tone making me feel like a lady of high society, asking me in a and low tone; My lady, how can I serve you?

My name is Barbara. This is my oldest son Kevin. In the next few months he will turn ten years old and I would like to celebrate him by buying him the first outfit for him, a neighbor, who lives in the same neighborhood where we live, told me about the type of work you offer and I would like to use his services as a tailor to make him a suit.

Elegant dress suit for my child at a price we can afford. He answered me, in a friendly tone, that the cost of the work will depend on the type of material used and the style of suit that I choose. Then he showed a large book containing the most popular designs and colors of costumes used by children and teenagers, and he asked me to read it. He followed me to a small warehouse and showed me several rolls of fabric for a dress suit that he had available at the time.

He asked me to touch the fabric to tell me about the quality of the fabric, but also the quality and texture of the fabric. When he was showing me the various types of fabric, He also told me that the price of the work was based on the style of elegant dress suit that I wanted. After several minutes of conversation about the price and payment method, he began to taking the measurements of my son Kevin’s jacket and pants, who looked excited, and full of enthusiasm to put on a type of man clothing, which only It was reserved for men and rich boys.

I’m not going to lie to you, I haven’t seen my son Kevin so excited in a long time. Which made me cry inside for having given her, as a mother, that such a happy moment for my son. After some discussion about price, we came to a payment agreement. As a requirement to begin the work of making the suit at my son Kevin’s gala, he asked me for an Advance, which was reasonable, which I accepted.

How fascinated was a white woman by the level of charisma, glamour, elegance and attractiveness of a black man during racial segregation?

He gave me a written receipt where I could meet this man’s man black, who I’m not going to lie to you, I was extremely impressed by the treatment, sophisticated style of man suit and let’s not talk about how attractive he is as a man. His name is Christopher, which, without realizing it, I felt enormous joy at that moment. I don’t know if it was doing something that would change my son’s life or meeting a man as fascinating as Christopher.

The trip back to the house, from the central part of the city, where all the businesses were, to the suburban area where I live, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much the black impressed me who lives around the corner. Whether it is a product of admiration for the great talent he has as a tailor or perhaps for how sophisticated, educated and attractive he is.

Sometimes in a low voice, He asked myself: why didn’t my husband have the education, kindness, soft tone of voice and attentiveness of a man like Christopher? But one of the questions, which creates some concern in me as a mother of two children and a married woman is: why am I thinking so much about this
black man, who I barely know? Really I don’t know.

When I get home, for a long time, I remain silent inside my thoughts, looking at fantastic images, making love with someone forbidden, thinking about the black man who has his business around the corner at the first stop on the streetcar heading downtown. A black man who alone He looks at me like another client who pays for his services.

Unconsciously, I stood in front of the mirror. I cleaned my face, I fixed my hair in a way different and I smiled to myself, as if confessing a secret that no one knows, only the one who is telling this story. Christopher made such an impression on me, a woman like who considered herself emotionally empty inside due to the emotional abuse of my husband, often without the desire to live, who now Feel like a teenage girl in love with that type of boy that you know will never be with you.

Simply, he, as a man, is unattainable for a white woman like me, because socially he is considered less than another man for having a different skin color. different and everything is a product of the ideas that some whites have of feeling superior to blacks, imposing Jim Crow laws on all of us, type of belief of superiority, which does not exist in me and even more so now that a black man is controlling my heart at this moment, awakening feelings in me, I thought They had died. But as a married woman, with two small children, who need me, and an abusive and controlling husband, it’s kind of like teenage dreams, that I cannot afford to harbor in my mind much less in my heart, because this type of interracial relationship between a white woman and a black man It is forbidden.

But even though I try to convince myself that a woman like me can never be with a black man like Christopher, the fantasy images of a teenager in love, they remained persistently in my mind, even when I tried to suppress it, creating different scenes in my life, where anything is possible. I could spend a moment of passion with a man in your type of forbidden romantic relationship. Sometimes I judge myself so harshly for cheating on my husband in my relationships dreams, in every erotic image, making love with another man, that even if it is only in my mind, for a woman like me, you cannot be unfaithful to your husband or even in thought, if you consider yourself a Christian woman.

But, it is something that my body and heart do not care about at this moment, and those erotic images continue to arise in me, where I am having a moment of passion with the wrong man, not because that man is black, but because I am a married woman, mother of two children, condemned to emotional loneliness for living with a husband, What matters least to him is how I behave as a woman.

Am I really in love with Christopher or is it just an infatuation from a white woman who has never been with him? a man different from her husband and even more so when that man is black? Actually, right now I don’t want to know the answer to that question. I only know what makes me happy It is having, at this moment, the almost obsessive desire to think about him, someone who, as a woman, does not know if I exist, and my presence does not occupy a place in his thoughts, as he does in mine. One type of illusion about a man, which is only reserved for a teenage girl.

Many times, my husband, when I am preparing food, when he looks at the smile on my face, asks me: what is the reason for the happiness that exists in me? Many Sometimes I respond: I am happy to celebrate Kelvin’s ten years. My husband always answers me: You know that I don’t agree with spending so much money on a dress suit, for a snotty boy, who doesn’t know what it costs to get money these days. But he can’t imagine, my happiness is not really for Kelvin’s birthday, it’s because in the next week I will see Christopher once when he goes to pay the remaining money we have to pay for the cost of the suit of Kelvin.

Believe me what I’m saying. Only I know the desires I have to get on the tram to visit that black man who lives around the corner, trying to live the fantasy of that illusory love, as a teenager, in love with a forbidden love between a white woman and a black man. Type of romantic relationship that has never been It has been and will be told in a dramatic novel, because this type of relationship is prohibited, much less talking about it.

Why is the attractive image of a black man controlling my thoughts? Could it be that this black man awakened in me hidden desires for masculine affection, which Have I always had to be loved, reciprocated and pleased in bed? Just thinking about it, believe me, it produces mixed feelings in me that I cannot describe in words this moment.

Could it be that I, a white woman during racial segregation, am in love with a black man who lives around the corner in a Forbidden relationship? What will be my husband’s reaction if he finds out that I am in love or am cheating on him with a black man? Would a black man like Christopher risk his life And the freedom to be with a woman like me, a mother of two children? In the next chapter, you will learn each of these answers.