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The Price of Being Imitated but Misunderstood: A Black Man’s Reality: Respected in Style, Rejected in Truth: The Paradox of Black Manhood

  • Writer: JB Quinnon
    JB Quinnon
  • Jun 4
  • 2 min read

The Price of Being Imitated but Misunderstood: A Black Man’s Reality: Respected in Style, Rejected in Truth: The Paradox of Black Manhood



Everyone Wants to Be Us, No One Wants to See Us: The Black Man’s Burden

From the moment we begin to understand the world as young Black boys, a message is etched into our consciousness: “No one owes you anything.” We’re raised to believe that survival, success, and self-worth must be earned alone. Struggle is expected. Support is rare. And vulnerability is viewed as weakness.





But once a Black man breaks through those barriers—graduates, succeeds, builds something of his own—the message abruptly changes: “You owe the community.” The same community that reminded him daily he was on his own now demands that he carry it.


This contradiction is only one layer of the emotional weight Black men bear. In school, many of us were dismissed by teachers—some overtly racist—who predicted we’d fail, fall, or disappear. We weren’t seen for our potential, just our perceived limitations.


Then we graduate into adulthood, where a new and more personal disillusionment often awaits. It comes not from the system, but from our own community—particularly from some of the women we hope to build with.


We’re told we “ain’t shit.” Not because of our individual actions, but because of the emotional damage left behind by others. Good men are often held accountable for the wounds caused by bad boys. The same bad boys who were once loved deeply, trusted fully, and given opportunities to change. When they didn’t become good men, good fathers, or stable partners, the blame didn’t stay with them—it shifted to us.


This narrative is not only unfair; it’s statistically untrue. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), Black fathers are the most involved in their children’s lives across all races, regardless of whether they live in the home. This is not opinion—it’s documented fact.


Yet the myth of the absent Black father persists, alongside the stereotype of the toxic Black male. Meanwhile, mainstream culture constantly imitates our style, our strength, our masculinity. The so-called “toxic” Black man becomes the blueprint for music, fashion, and swagger around the world. Our identity is mimicked, but rarely respected.


This is the oxymoron we live in: to be seen as simultaneously worthless and desirable. To be told to give, after being told we were owed nothing. To be measured against mistakes we didn’t make, while our successes are minimized.


This is the burden of being a Black man in a world that imitates us but refuses to understand us.

 
 
 

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