INTRODUCTION Dear Ebony Woman: The one who's name I call in ecstasy; the one who constantly teases my fantasies; the one who can bring me to exhilaration, simply by calling my name...I LOVE YOU, and though others may “try” to tempt me with words of power and fame, only a sister can understand how it is that I love my Black Woman, and to her, my exclamation is quite relevant. Dear Black Woman, you are the backdrop and true beauty behind all of these things manifested. I am glad of this infinite journey because I never cease to wonder about your beauty and mystique. Your fine African features bestow on me a fondness of always wanting and loving you. I love the fact that your skin is brown and rich in color. I love the fact that when you walk into a room people know that you are a first a woman, second a Black woman, and last, but definitely not least, a beautiful Black woman; and you belong to a specific race. I love the fact that the color of your skin gives proof that you belong to greatness stemming from Africa. I love the fact that you have a broad nose and thick and kinky hair. Sister, I am proud that your unique features are not typical or ordinary in society; but your features causes stares, intimidation and admiration. Only a Black Woman can unintentionally breed the type of envy and jealousy that is so often sent to her. But only a Black Woman is strong and enduring enough to withstand such envy and jealousy. The pride I have as a Black Man is without a doubt due to the woman of my race. There is nothing that makes me feel as good about being an African-American and an Ebony Man, as the essence of the female—the Ebony Woman. Thank you for creating me, loving me, holding me, nurturing me, inspiring me and raising me. Sister, pardon me for exposing such personal thoughts; some will not be able to understand this type of mantra; but to those who can relate, you understand full well the motivation of this admission and through our commonality of the subject; therefore, you must agree that amongst us there is a collective enlightenment when it comes to admission of why the black woman, at least to us, is our queen. As you read the pages of this book, understand that you are indeed a special being, a special woman. Feel the words as you read them. Know that you are very deserving of all the love expressed to and about you herein. Dear Black Woman: A Conversation Peace is as an inspirational, influential and explanatory piece. There is a strong affinity between Ebony women and Ebony men; however some of us keep this affinity suppressed. Some of us are just too afraid to openly reveal what it is that makes this kinship so fulfilling. I am the product of a Black Woman and I love Black Women. These are my primary reasons for this book. A black woman is the reason I am so proud to be a black man. She is the reason I am here. I feel that I am forever indebted to all Black Women. My deep emotions, sentiments and love in this book all belong to the woman of color. The opinions expressed in this book are not spoken on behalf of all black men. I have not been selected as the chosen one, to make sisters understand how we feel; but I am hopeful that we (black men) will start to come around—and give more appreciation to the treasures of our women. I do not claim to be a specialist on the personalities and attitudes of Black Women. However, I do know Black Women; I talk to Black Women; I listen to Black Women; I love Black Women; and I cherish Black Women. These are facts that form the basis of my inherent expressions, feelings and opinions. Although this work is entitled Dear Black Woman, there is no resistance to the admission of black men. In fact, this piece is just as much for black men as it is for Black Women. This book is not to be perceived as a literary tool for bashing any gender or race. Assaulting someone’s integrity is not the intention of this book. There are issues concerning the communication, and in many cases, the miscommunication between black women and black men. Hopefully, from this book, you will obtain a viewpoint as to why there is such a gap in the positive relations between brothers and sisters. Nevertheless, please understand that none of this is etched in stone. It’s just one brother’s feelings.