If my father’s black and my mum’s white, why am I black? Is black such a ‘sticky’ quality that you’re black until three-quarters of your ancestors are white? Sure, it used to be – in the days when any slave ancestry meant you were a slave or at least barred from marrying anyone ‘white’, and when you got called a ‘quadroon’ or an ‘octoroon’ – sounds like some kind of biscuit. But now?
And – why are white people called ‘white’ anyway? A piece of paper is white. Snow is white. But white people? They’re…pinkish, usually. So why are they called white? Is it because white is a colour with certain moral qualities (purity, goodness) attached to it, just as black (sin, darkness) is, and so white people claim it in order to associate themselves with those qualities – as opposed to the qualities associated with the colour black and therefore with ‘black’ (usually sort of brownish) people?
And why oh why does anyone pay any attention to what damn colour people are anyway?
(for a serious treatment of the subject..sort of…see Time, Is Obama Black Enough?)