First, I love my white people: the blood-relations and the ones bonded by friendship and love. Second, I am learning to stop talking about them this way.
My cousin (who is African-American) told a story about her daughter (who is half-black and half-white). She said that her daughter became highly frustrated when my cousin described a classmate by her race. "Mom, we don't do that. We just say the one with the brown eyes or the curly hair or whatever."
Well, said. This young woman is 11-years-old, the same age I was when I became schooled in Race. And very happily she's having a very different education. I'm taking her lessons.
