When I lived in Chicago, I knew this kid that his mother was Mexican and his father was Polish. He had red hair and called himself a Chicano. Go figure.
But out here in SW Missouri, there is a woman with 3 little pick-a-ninny's trailing along behind her. She decided she was going to be with that black man. No idea where he might be today.;)
Thru the DR window today I saw another little family trouping to the door of the property mgmt office next door to pay their rent. First, a dark-haired young dad who seemed caucasian in outline with a definite nonwhite tot at his side.
"Hey, buddy" I tho't, "had any regrets since doing your thing to atone for centuries of racial inequality?" But then came a girl, also quite Mexoid or Afroid, and the mother -- a brownish, bulbous creature with glaringly fake shade of red hair.
As they went in together, I realized it's gotten so you can't tell what's what or which one to hate the most. They were all about equally jumbled, and it was not a pretty sight!