
Evia’s view of black women (Mammy)

Evia’s view of black men, as buck dancing minstrels
I’ve written before about “Evia” in the past (here and here) and even dedicated a blog talk radio program to exposing her insanely hateful blog in an effort to make clear her insanity and hatred of black men. I give props to Michael Fisher for coming on to blog talk radio, as he was the first in the blogosphere to expose Evia and see right through her. I must give everyone an update.
Who is Evia?
a. She is a black woman(?) blogger who likes to write [poorly written] fantasy stories and posts them to her blog. She claims truth to the stories, but I don’t believe a word she says. And speaking of fantasy, she recently started a “soap opera” on her blog aimed at insulting black women who have any positive feelings towards black men.
b. Evia often talks about her so-called “marriage” to a white man (I don’t believe for a second that she has a white husband). But if she does, it’s obvious he is a “cuck”—a weak man playing the submissive role to a domineering kook.
c. Although she pretends that the purpose of her blog is to highlight interracial marriages, her true purpose is to insult black men and to further insult any black woman who dares to date, love or marry a black man. She refers to black women who prefer black men as “mammies”.
Her true views of black women are all negative. Reading her blog, it’s obvious that she views black women as obese, classless “mammies” who live to serve black men (wonder what dark, depressed rat hole she’s been living in to come up with such fantasies?) In her poorly written soap opera, she depicts black women as idiots who just sit around eating chicken and fattening foods all day long. 

d. She has brainwashed a group of naive black women to pay big bucks for a private blog that she started so that she may further indoctrinate them into her cult of black man hating.
e. On her public blog she constantly encourages other black women to start interracial blogs. But her motive is clearly not to uplift interracial marriages. Her ultimate motive is to get her brainwashed followers to help her spread the news all over the internet that black men are foul, filthy, vulgar, beastly animals who need to either be dead or caged. Again, this is like something out of a Klan or Nazi saga. And it’s disturbing to know that there are black women actually subscribing to her other blog—the paid one, to read her garbage.
f. Clearly Evia wants to be a writer. In her “soap opera” that she writes for her blog, there is the stereotypical mammy slave characters, complete with horrific images of her views of black men. None of the black men in her soap opera are normal. Black men are depicted as shallow, low-class heathens. This is truly something straight out of a Klan documentary. The black women in her soap are not normal either. They are all obese fools. That’s how she views black people.
Check out this stereotypical exerpt from her “soap opera”
Twas a dark and stormy night. Mammie was cuddled up to her peach cobbler, crying over little Timmy, her 19 year old neighbor, who had been sent to the slammer for non payment of child support to his 4 baby mammas. Mammie wailed as she thought of poor little Timmy. Then her face brightened as she thought about the church revival for women ONLY and all the delicious fried chicken that would be there. source
***Cough*** Now, do you know any retarded black women sitting around crying over a locked up neighbor and having fantasies about some dog-gone fried chicken? Me neither! But that’s how she views black women, YET she has a group of black women following her. Where is their self esteem? What I really want to share with you all, however, is this lie she puts out theres in which she supposedly documents her perfect white husband.
Unlike her soap opera, she claims that the scenario below is true. Read this and tell me if it rings true to you. It’s a page from one of her “Valentines” journal pages:
Sunday, Feb. 10th-He rolled out of bed, went downstairs, brewed coffee and brought it upstairs to me on a tray-as he has done every morning for all of these years we’ve been together. He loves this ritual. LOL! When he is finished with his coffee, he always asks whether I’m finished and waits patiently for me to finish sipping mine so that he can take our empty mugs back downstairs to the kitchen.Since we go to church at least two Sundays each month, he gets dressed early and waits patiently for me. (The children go to another church with other relatives.) No matter how much time it takes me, he sits,waits, and never complains. He always compliments me with his eyes when I finally do get downstairs all dressed and ready. I mean I can tell from the way he looks at me that he really likes the way I look. I sometimes blush at his frank appraisal, the way his eyes rake over me–because ‘there’s certainly no shame in his game!’ His eyes will meet mine and I know. By now, I can read his facial expressions, so I just know. LOL! If I need more time, he’ll go and get the car and wait however long, and he never complains.
We drive to church. We talk and laugh on the way. When we get there, if it’s raining, he gets out and gets the umbrella, opens it, and comes around and waits for me to get out. He always holds my hand as we walk toward the church and since this is in a predominantly black neighborhood, it does get looks. But he always holds my hand when we walk no matter where it is.
When we get in the church, he helps me off with my coat.
I almost always need a tissue and a pen for one reason or another during the service or whenever we go somewhere so he always carries tissues and a pen in his pocket for me. LOL! He never asks me why I don’t bring these items along. I think he enjoys having them for me, just in case. LOL!
If I get a bit chilled in church, he puts his arm around my shoulder.
During the service, he reaches over to hold my hand ‘just because.’
Sometimes during the service, he’ll put his arm along the top of pew just over my shoulders and his hand will give my shoulder a little squeeze.
After the service, he waits patiently as I run around greeting and hugging others in the congregation. If it’s very cold or raining hard, he’ll go and get the car and wait for me right outside the church door.
He and I go out to an early dinner most Sunday evenings. He calls, makes reservations, (depending on the restaurant), and holds my hand as we walk to and from the restaurant.
NOTE: Darren treats me like I’m special, wherever we go, or even when we’re at home alone. He makes a constant effort to make me happy. He’s a very romantic man, an intelligent man, and a strong man. He knows his own mind and sticks to what he believes and doesn’t hesitate to give others a cold shoulder if they don’t like what he does-even family members. So his family members respect him and are careful not to cross the boundaries. I particularly like his strength, his nimble mind, his principles, his values and his sense of humor. On top of this, he’s sensitive, artistic, caring, involved father, a kind man, attractive, virile, well-educated, financially comfortable, and an excellent problem-solver. He’s so much more, but I’ll stop there. Darren and I probably had all of our knock-down, drag-out fights years ago and we did have some biggies because he’s very passionate and so am I. He’s a yell(er). I can’t yell as loud, but I have greater endurance. LOL!
These days, we don’t even seem to be able to get angry at each other. LOL! We knew when we got married that we would have to work on our relationship because every good relationship takes work. He and I were both willing to do the work. We were equally invested in making the relationship work. I trust him; I can depend on him totally. I love him. source
Do you believe it? Neither do I. That junk is clearly from the mind of a person living in a fantasy world. It’s obvious that she wants to lead black women into believing that white men are perfect and that if they can just hook up with a white man, all life’s problems will be solved. My black husband is incredibly loving and kind. But under no circumstances would I want him to be my butler!
And it’s ironic that she claims black women are catering to black men, YET, in the bizarre fantasy story above she paints this white man as her servant, there at her every beck and call. That’s her sick fantasy. Her desire is for a white man to serve her and bow down to her. There is a whole lot of sickness inside of that brain of hers that needs to be healed—and black women who are following along in that cult had better wake up and smell the coffee—or take some smelling salts.
Now, let’s leave Evia’s fibbing fantasy world for a moment and look at reality. Since when have white men been the “savior” and “panacea” of all that ails black women? If white men are not bowing down and catering to their own women, what makes Evia think they are going to bow down to black women, Asian women or any other group?
White men are just regular people, like everybody else. Since 84% of my readership consists of white folks, I really wish that some of the white men who stop through here would speak up and admit that they don’t go around catering to women all day long! And the white women who visit here should speak up and admit that they aren’t receiving 24 hour royal service from white men either.
I notice that at lease one of her groupies removed Evia’s blog link from her blog. I guess even she realized that the chick has been sucking on too much air and imagination!
Fortunately, a few black women have awakened and left her cult—or they never joined to begin with. Check some of the links below:
Blog 1
Blog 2
Blog 3
Blog 4
Blog 5