I married an Irish man—an American whose ancestors came from Ireland. We even have the ship records when his ancestors arrived, but with a last name that’s not so rare, no telling if we have the right records, and nobody really cares. He is Irish, red cheeks and all.
When a white woman with black ancestors will insist on being white, we will tell her otherwise. We will not allow her to call herself Caucasian. One drop of negro blood makes you African American, don’t you dare and lie to us. You are not white, you are black. Don’t you ever forget! The color of your skin doesn’t matter. We know better!