I have white, white skin. As an Irish-American in Southern California of the 1960s when tans were “it”, all I could do is burn lobster red at the beach.
I’m going to declare myself African-American.
“all I could do is burn lobster red at the beach.”
I am sure you know this but be on the lookout for first signs of skin cancer. Not a good way to go.
I have a friend in New York who was born in South Africa. He’s got red hair and freckles galore, and burns when you even mention the word, “Sun.” Of course, now he is a citizen, and I’ve advised him to always identify as an African American. He is literally telling the truth when he does so, unlike all of the descendants of slaves in this country. Kind of like all of those folks on Whidby Island in WA identifying as “Pacific Islanders.”