Selling Out, Miscegenation, And Other Oneshots
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondocks. Chapter 1 is hateful and racial. You've been warned.
Chapter One: Sold Out
After years of being together, Huey and Jazmine have broken up. Huey realizes that he never should have fallen for a biracial girl in the first place.
(Alternate ending to Selling Out.)
He should have done the math before he messed with someone like her. He knew from the beginning that it wouldn't work out. He knew throughout their relationship it wouldn't work out. Now that it is over he still questions why he wasted his time.
The more Huey saw Jazmine, the more he disliked her and grew disgusted with himself. Jazmine became more white by the day: her skin seemed to get lighter, her eyes greener, her ass smaller, her hair straighter. She still didn't know shit about the world and stayed in her privileged little bubble. She had been better when she was with him, as his Earth. He never let her forget her African roots. How futile on his part. She'd never be a sista. She grew up embracing Eurocentrism; she was a White girl. She had the traits of a typical White girl, even down to having her one Black ex.
Unfortunately they couldn't avoid each other. Caesar was dating Tanzania; Riley was fucking Cindy. Timid Deer Lane was small and Zany lived across the street. He was happy for his friend. Maybe if he hadn't been so color struck, he could have experienced black love too. Jazmine looked at him occasionally. Her eyes were full of hurt and uncertainty. She was trying to make peace with him. They'd once been friends, best friends. That was inefficacious too. Huey was at peace. He wanted nothing to do with her. He hated her. He hated everything about her.
Huey wanted to forget the years they were together, the memories they made, the feeling of her touch, her lips and beyond. Then he started thinking about her absentmindedness, her ignorance, her unwillingness to see the world as it was. What had he'd seen in her? She was a silly, naive, little girl. Maybe it started from pity. Bad things happen to females when they had the body of a woman and the mind of a child. Now that they weren't together, he didn't wish her the best. He wanted her rose-colored lenses to break and for her to see the world for what it really was. The way he saw it. Years of him trying to explain the struggle and revolution were for nothing. She was lost. What had he'd seen in her? Maybe it was because she was the closest thing he had to a black girl. He'd settled. He compromised the culture, his principles, his intellect, his body, and his time. He'd sold out.
Right when he finally thought he was done selling out, Ming came back around. Huey realized he was just as lost as Jazmine Dubois. He liked Ming too. He was a typical nigga, a coon, a fucking race traitor. Was he colorstruck? He must have a thing for small yellow girls. However, dating Ming wasn't like dating Jazmine. She was in a league of her own. She was nothing like Jazmine. She was real; she didn't type to be or look white. Her straight hair came naturally. She didn't change herself to fit in nor did she want to. Huey could only laugh when Kyle came into Jazmine's life. Kyle was Jazmine's new boyfriend. Black hair, dark brown eyes, the white bastard looked blacker than she was. Huey assumed Jazmine had chosen a side. If she wasn't for the race, if she wasn't with him, she was invalid. Huey knew Kyle didn't love her. Could Kyle hit it like Huey did, like he still could? He doubted it. The saying was true, once you go Black... Kyle was just as blind as Jazmine was. He was a product of White suburbia looking for a taste of the other side. Kyle saw her as an other; now that she wasn't with him, Huey saw her as other too.
High school was over and Huey was done with Woodcrest. He was headed back to Chicago. The state of the world forced him out of retirement. He and Ming split up. It was mutual. She was going to college in-state and date someone Long-dou approved of (though it wasn't said). They belonged to two different worlds. Speaking Mandarin didn't make Huey Chinese; being with him didn't make Ming Black.
Ticket in hand, he looked at Woodcrest for what he was sure was the last time. Right when he was about to go, Jazmine walked up the hill to their spot. She looked like she was about to cry. Without words she ran and hugged him.
She smelled so good. Memories plagued him.
"I didn't want you to go without saying goodbye." Now came tears. "This isn't goodbye is it? You aren't leaving forever? Huey..." He didn't hug her back. "Is this the last time I'll see you?"
"Go home, Jazmine."
Jazmine let go of him. He could see the pain and hurt in her eyes. She didn't understand. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was being so cold. Inside she knew this was the last time they'd see each other. "Don't leave. Please don't leave; I love you."
"You curled your hair."
Jazmine looked confused. Her auburn hair had been curled since graduation. The long bouncy curls reached the middle of her back. Although she'd been longing to be rid of her 4C hair she was still self conscious. "Do you like it?"
Hell no he didn't; he especially didn't like her. "You were so quick to get rid of your African blessing, just to put curls back in. If you're gonna go over to that side, fine; but, don't you dare steal what no longer is yours."
And he left her there, crying by the tree on the hill.
Fuck Jazmine Dubois.
(A/N) An alternate ending to Selling Out. What do you think of Huey's thoughts? Do you think he was colorstruck or refusing to admit he genuinely liked Jazmine and Ming? Can someone be pro-black and date nonblack people? Why was he more hateful about Jazmine, but barely acknowledged Ming? In this version how do you think Huey's next girlfriend will look?
