As a mixed race man, though much darker of skin color, some people easily identify me as Black. Others have no clue and try to figure it out with, “Where are you from?” as though no one with my skin color is from Georgia. My first time I had work through “Where are your parents from?” and “Why do you look like that?” ti understand.
Occasionally I have thought it might be easier to pass. My speech and other behavior already confuses people into thinking I am not Black. (Passing means allowing people think you are White when not so.) This autobiography presents the case passing has the same and its own trials. Ah, well.
Besides, I just need a benefactor to take me to Europe for a couple years.