In the Bad Old Days of Jim Crow laws, a person was considered black if that person was known to harbor even a drop of “black blood.”*
That person was immediately sent to the back of the bus, a separate water fountain, and looked down upon. It was very bad to be black.
In the Modern Era of Jim Crow, a person still is considered black if that person harbors even a drop of “black blood.” And it is very good to be black, a real glory. Well, in some circles. Most of us just consider them ordinary folks, some good, some not.
But in other circles, and super influential ones they are, namely the media and academia,** being black is something to be worshiped and idolized.
If you’re part black, you’re all black. Never white, never biracial.
The most famous example of this attitude sits in the White House: Barack Obama, the first biracial American president.
But the modern Jim Crow mindset has declared him black or African-American, the trendy term used primarily by nervous whites.
Jim Crow thinking has done a one-eighty! It has doffed its pointy hood and picked up a pipe and horn-rimmed glasses. What once was very bad is now very good. What once was a curse is now a blessing.
As Art Linkletter famously said: People are funny.
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* There is no such thing as black blood. It’s always red. And I’m not talking about Liz Warren, the “Cherokee” Senate candidate in Massachusetts.
** Yes, the ham-fisted world of political correctness.
(Note: Those are Obama’s parents, of course. Both are dead, but Dad gets almost all the press because he is the trendy one.)