That made me laugh, a little. I recently knew that one of my grandgrandfather was Italian and one of my grangrannie a Machique native indian, one who has a long hair (large up to her knees who usually wore rings in each finger of her hands).
I'm black as my sins and could be cleaned and got whiter as the newest t-shirt I could buy. No racial concern! (We are all equal)
that's really cool. i have a friend who is part native american and she is just gorgeous. i have such mad jealousy over her perfectly straight and shiny hair and tan skin-- i guess the grass is always greener on the other side.
when i read the original post, this was the only thing i could think of that everybody wrongly assumes about me. in fact, usually people think i'm kidding or struggle to wrap their minds around it-- at least until they realize i'm not laughing and see a photo of my dad, whom i do have a fair resemblance to ( just not in coloring).
i'm actually quite proud of my background (as much as anyone can be proud of something they have no control over). my dad was adopted by my grandparents, and they raised two biracial kids to love and serve God. they were amazing people and i feel quite grateful to have their name and heritage, along with both of my parents.
i feel sorry for people who have race issues. they're missing out.