One of my brothers-in-law. Viet Nam veteran. Hard worker, Served the city judiciary faithfully for years and years. We can talk politics all day. But the one or two times I’ve mentioned to people in his presence that no, my father wasn’t black, he’s pressed his lips together like he was going to explode or something and growled “You’re! Still! Black! No matter what your father is! Stop saying you’re not black!” O_O Which, I don’t get it, I’ve never said that. Never tried to hide that.
For some reason, mixed people talking about any of their other ancestries besides the non-white one really sets him off. Don’t get him started about the kids some of his cohorts fathered while he served. If the father was black, then the kids are black. If the father was white, then they’re Vietnamese.