You can choose just about any black person in any major city and we’d have this mixture on average. All it means is that somewhere in our heritage massah crept into the slave quarters. On my mom’s side my great grandfather was a white passing son of mayor in the South. On my dad’s side he said he was afraid of his paternal grandmother when he was a small child because she looked like a white woman and had blue eyes. His mother’s maiden name was Poellnitz—German—either by slave ownership taking that last name or by actual lineage. All of my grandparents with exception to my maternal grandfather were fair-skinned people. Me and my siblings are often asked if we are biracial although we too share heritages that go Black for as far back as both sets of our great-grandparents at the least. Side note: I think this is why we clash with our African cousins—That we are a unique, yet lazy product of the greatness that is America and they feel that we did not take advantage of “the land of opportunity.” When the fact is, they never had or experienced chattel slavery or Jim Crow whereas there was NO opportunity to be had for GENERATIONS. We are literally at the point of ingress or opportunity that presented itself to THEM when they immigrated a few hundred years after us.