It reminds me of yet another conversation I had with another colleague who was adopted into a Caucasian family as an infant. Let’s say her name is Katie.
We were discussing racial tolerance and the various forms in which we see it… particularly in the dating scene. In her case, she was discussing it from an adoptee perspective. She was relaying a relatively recent story of how one of her aunts (whom adores her to death) was talking to her about the fact that she would never “allow” her daughter to date a black man…. And then turned to Katie and said “I know you understand what I mean.” Katie said she just stared at her aunt and finally said “Why would you think I’d understand? Because I’m black? … You DO realize that I’m black and in YOUR family, right?” God bless her frankness.