Hmmm....My uncle is royalty, he's king of the rednecks. Before I married my wife, he asked "Y'all gwanna marry 'nutha brown gurl?". At which point he vanished from the invite list because I did just that. Later, his son married a little Mexican girl. Now we have the first generation of a proud family, that arrived on these here shores in 1635, fought and died for the Confederacy and then shed blood in the following great wars, of children who tan and don't burn on a hot summer's day.
And those children are so very loved by all of the kin it never has entered their mind they might be slightly darker than the average Hwita clan member.
Kin is kin.