Yesterday the Wife Gwynelle and I were at a filling station in Bear, Delaware when we ran across a Caucasian motor bicycle couple replete with two Harley Davidsons. When the husband pulled the safety helmet off his rider we were floored to see a biracial boy child.
The father shared that his daughter was overwhelmed by her five children, so he and his wife took one of the children to raise. He went on to say he has four biracial and one pure white grandchildren. They call the pure white child “Pinky.”
We shared that all of our grandchildren were biracial. I shared that you would have thought from three African American children we would have at least gotten one black grandchild. The white grandfather and I agreed that the color of the children did not make a difference when they brought love to you.
This white motor bike couple forced me to conclude that not all white bikers are anti-black. On the other hand, biracial children coming into different race families may be slowly resolving America’s racial schism. I guess when I think about it my children have very little to no concept of the race crimes of the Jim Crow Epoch such as the thought of marrying outside of one’s race being a crime.