First Class

From Slate:

Very often, when black people see me alone with my white-looking biracial children, they demand to know that I'm going to teach them that they're black. They do this with great seriousness, usually glaring into my eyes as if they caught me about to steal change from the collection plate. (Most whites, on the other hand, either think I'm the nanny or search for a polite way to ask if they're my biological children.)

Another fascinating article from Debra Dickerson. Or maybe just fascinating to me. It's interesting when life puts people in places they never thought they'd be and forces them to examine their preconceptions.