Quebec Women Are Delicious

Man, I'm not sure when my attraction to them Quebec women began but I'm thankful for it. My name is Steve Beauchamp. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. In 2007 I moved to Ontario from my native City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. I had just graduated from College Notre Dame Du Perpetuel Secours, an all-male Catholic school located at the heart of my hometown. Moving to Canada forever changed my life, folks.

I began attending Algonquin College. I had visited the City of Ottawa before and I was fully bilingual, the result of spending every summer either in Canada or the United States of America. I took up business administration at the school and I excelled in my classes. By 2009 I had graduated. Carleton University was my next stop. It's where I met a lovely young woman who changed my life forever. Elisabeth Saint-Martin. A lovely gal from the City of Montreal in the Province of Quebec. She was studying Criminology at Carleton University. We met at the campus bookstore, and the rest as they say is history.

Now, dating a person who is of a different race is tricky, especially in Ottawa. You have to understand the racial politics and power dynamics. Canada is a White supremacist country. White men and White women maintain their domination by controlling the worlds of business and politics. Thus they prevent Africans, Asians, Hispanics, Arabs and Natives from making a difference. That's what Canada is all about, though its people consider themselves multicultural and tolerant. When people of colour seek to rise to power, they're swiftly put down. In Canada, the discrimination is systemic rather than purely racial.

Well, I'm a proud son of the first independent Black republic in the New World. My Haitian ancestors proved once and for all that White folks are not invincible. They defeated the French colonial forces on our island centuries ago. An act of defiance that the western world is still making us pay for. Why else do you think all of those big corporations and non-governmental organizations are treating Haiti like their own playground in the aftermath of the January 2010 Earthquake? I was fully aware of all these things when I began living in the Confederation of Canada. I knew exactly what I was up against. Racism is alive and well in this day and age, folks. Especially in Canada. Don't let the country's image as a bastion of friendliness fool you.

Where am I going with this? I want you to know why I had trouble allowing myself to fall in love with a White woman from the Province of Quebec. I was raised to believe that strong Black women are the only possible choice of mates for a decent Black man. My parents are a prime example of Black Love, folks. My father Cyril Beauchamp is a police officer in the City of Cap-Haitien. My mother Beatrice Gaston Beauchamp is a schoolteacher. They raised me to be proud and strong. Their faith in me is what drives me to excel in my business administration classes at Carleton University in Ottawa, Ontario.

I had it all planned out. I was going to graduate from Carleton University with my bachelor's degree in business administration. Then I would head to the University of Ottawa to earn my MBA. The Telfer MBA program at the University of Ottawa is one of the best in North America. By then, I'd be a Canadian citizen for sure. I'm already a permanent resident of Canada. I'd find work for one of the big companies in a major spot like Montreal, Toronto, Calgary or Vancouver. If the big Canadian companies weren't interested in hiring me, I'd take my smart ass to the United States of America. My cousin Miguel Beauchamp is a University of Ottawa graduate. Unable to find work in Ottawa after earning his MBA, he moved to the City of Miami, Florida. Nowadays he's one of the top executives for Maximus Systems, a major corporation in Miami. Yep, I had my whole life planned out.

Unfortunately, things seldom go exactly the way we plan. At Carleton University, I focused on my schoolwork but I also experienced a lot of loneliness. There were plenty of gorgeous young Black women at the school. They came from all over. The Republic of South Africa. Brazil. Haiti. Cape Verde. Jamaica. Trinidad. Congo. Tanzania. Somalia. Ethiopia. Sudan. Yeah, these lovely Black ladies filled local schools like Carleton University and the University of Ottawa. Such a diverse and rich culture. I was very much interested in finding my "Black Princess" among these gorgeous, educated and ambitious ladies. Someone forgot to tell me that Black Canadian women have completely lost faith in the Black man, especially in Canada's capital region. I always wondered why so many Black guys in Canada date White women. Now I know. It's because Black women in the Confederation of Canada simply don't want Black men anymore.

I'm not sure when exactly I realize that but it was a really sad day. I'd gone on many dates with lovely, educated Black Canadian women. They were polite and friendly for the most part. Seriously. The only thing wrong with them? Their total lack of faith in the Black man. It's almost as if Black women in Canada don't know that a Black man is President of the United States of America. The massively powerful country right next door to them! Black men can be doctors, lawyers, politicians, corporate leaders and heads of state. We can triumph in lily-White arenas whether it's Hockey or politics. Yet Black Canadian women have zero faith in us. What saddens me is that most Black women in Canada think of White men as gods. They see Black men as losers. They have zero faith in our abilities. That's the part that kills me, folks. More than the daily racism I encounter on the streets and in class everyday. More than anything else.

Why should I fight as a Black man when the Black woman doesn't believe in me? I mean, seriously, why should I? The White men of the world always have the love and support of White women. That's why they see themselves as conquerors and destroyers. They see the entire planet as their playground. The Black man's struggle has always been to prove that he is just as strong and smart, just as capable. And we prove it every day. Black men become police officers in London, England. Black men become publicly elected officials in the heart of Europe. Black men head big corporations in North America. Yet that's not enough to convince the Black women of the world that we have worth. Why?

Well, one day, I got fed up. If Black women in Canada don't believe in us Black men, then it's their problem. If Black women in Canada want to kneel before White men and worship them as gods, then it's their right. I'm a strong Black man and I refuse to bow. To anyone. Even if I must stand alone. That day, I washed my hands of the whole mess that Black male/Black female relationships in the Confederation of Canada had become. I decided to focus on my schoolwork and ignore the madness I saw around me. Whenever I saw a Black woman with a White man, it kind of bothered me. Why? Simply because Black women with White boyfriends always treat them nicer than they treat us Black men. They never give their attitude to White guys. By sharp contrast, they always treat good Black men like dirt. Yet they have the nerve to get mad when they see a Black man with a lady who isn't Black. What the hell? Talk about your ultimate double standard! Want to know who rages against Black male/White female relationships the most? It's not those racist old White guys from the old days, it's Black women with White boyfriends!

I ignored the madness all around me and focused on school. I was kind of depressed and it began affecting my schoolwork. In the University Counselling Center, I ran into an old acquaintance. Elisabeth Saint-Martin. The six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deliciously curvy and big-bottomed French Canadian princess from Montreal, Quebec. I was really surprised to run into her. Well, I guess it's true what they say. We all have problems. I must say that I never imagined a wealthy, pretty young White woman living in North America could find herself lost and helpless. I mean, the world belongs to White guys, and they treat White women like goddesses. It's us minorities who have to struggle for everything. Especially minority guys. Minority women trying to get a leg up can get educated and/or entice a White guy into marrying them. Hey, that's my view of the world.

Well, Elisabeth and I began talking and I got to know her better. This Montreal-born daughter of a wealthy doctor had major issues. For example, she didn't like her body. She felt she was too big. She was ashamed that her six-foot-one, 250-pound body wasn't exactly the western world's standard of beauty. I listened to her, stunned. I'll never understand women's fascination with self torture over body image. I find all women beautiful. Black women. White women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Native women. At this point, I've never been with a woman who wasn't Black, but I told Elisabeth that she was beautiful. It wasn't a line. It was the absolute truth. With her great height, blonde hair and body size, she resembled a female version of The Mighty Thor, one of my favourite comic book superheroes. Next to Blade and the Black Panther of course.

Elisabeth and I became friends. We hung out all over Carleton University. What a pair we made. A five-foot-eleven, 230-pound, dark-skinned Black guy from Haiti and a six-foot-one, 250-pound, blonde-haired White woman from Quebec. I learned a lot from Elisabeth. I always thought White folks, especially White women, had it easy. Well, Elisabeth taught me that everyone had problems. Being Caucasian, female and wealthy wasn't a guarantee of happiness. I began to look at my own life. It wasn't perfect but I had a lot of things I took for granted. I had a lot to be thankful for. Thanks to Elisabeth, I began to stop whining over my tribulations as a Black man in Canada. I began to feel happier, and thankful to God for every day. I stopped staring at Black women with White boyfriends whom they flaunted to Black men at every turn. Instead I found myself staring at the lovely French Canadian woman who had become my ipso facto best friend. Could I have been looking in the wrong direction all these years? The thought troubled me.

The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced. I was in love with Elisabeth. Why did I love her? Oh, so many reasons. Her charm and wit. Her lovely hair which she let me touch. Her fantastic, heart-shaped butt. Her cute smile. Her sharp mind. Her compassion. And her patience with me even when I'm being a fool. Yep, I was in love with her. One day, we were having dinner inside Tim Horton's restaurant and I told her. I took her hand in mine, looked into her eyes and told her that I loved her. Elisabeth looked into my eyes and said nothing. My heart ached. Had I just ruined our friendship with my revelation? Elisabeth suddenly leaned closer and planted a kiss on my lips. Then she told me she loved me too. And just like that, we were a couple!

Elisabeth and I began dating publicly. And it changed my life forever. A lot of people don't like seeing us together. A lot of White guys gave us funny looks. Black women gave us funny looks too. We ignored members of both groups. The world never has a problem when a White guy dates or marries a woman of any race. It's seen as his right as a White male demigod to take women of colour as his girlfriends, wives or playthings. But the moment a Black man and a White woman show affection for each other, the whole world has a problem. To hell with them. I love my Elisabeth and she loves me. If you've got a problem with that, you can kiss my Black ass. It's my life. I found love in the last place where I thought I would ever find it. And it suits me fine.