So, I made the mistake of letting a person with a short attention span read my rough draft of my book. Needless to say; she was disappointed by the lack of Sexual Scenes, drug references, Men bashing and all the makings of Urban Fiction. I had to tell her, this is not Urban Fiction.
Then her complaint was: “Black people weren’t balling like this back in those days. We were slaves DUH! This can’t be factual” Ummm the majority of us were slaves, true. But there was a small sub-section of Free colored people in North Amercia. A lot of those people lived in New Orleans. Black Affluence and Opulence was present and possible in La Nouvelle-Orleans. Many Creole and African families owned slaves even if they were previously slaves themselves.
In writing this book, I have come to realize the severe limitations that have been put on Black Authors. Limitations that we never had to live with in the 19th and early 20th Century with writers like Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and Zora Neale Husrton. There is more to our stories than Block Hugging drug tales, and Male Bashing feminazis. Our fictions don’t have to always be Urban. Our histories aren’t all rooted slavery, struggle and despair. We can write science fiction, supernatural fantasies, Mysteries and horrors just like our white counterparts. I refuse to be limited to URBAN Fiction…Even if that’s what you expect to come from me because my skin is brown.