But she could care less about how comfortable we were around each other. She was a friend of a friend that didn’t know me all too well. I’m not sure what surprised me more: the fact that she declared this so matter-of-factly or that she was Puerto Rican. She said, “Oh, I know I’m going to marry a Black man!” She, New Jersey born and bred, stood in the doorway of the bedroom and said it with no shame or fear.
Hispanic Women and Their Thoughts of Black Men