Ever been to southern Italy?
Ever been to southern Italy?
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No.
I have traveled extensively in the Pacific & Caribbean, where people display many mixtures of ancestry and few get too excited by such details.
My own ancestry ranges from fair-skinned Lithuanian redhaired, green-eyed Jews to dark, almond-eyed Southern Russian Jews. I’ve been taken for Italian.
Brazil is a multi-racial country with Caucasians on top, for the most part. I still would not call Bolsanaro *brown*.
My first mother-in-law (quite swarthy), made a point of insisting (too loudly) that _her_ family was from Naples. Right.
We humans fall along a spectrum and most of us have vestiges of contrasting ethnic/racial groups. All my life, people have asked where I’m *from*. I am consistently assumed to be some sort of hybrid mix or another, depending on where I am when asked. In NZ, it was an innocent question from an indigenous girl:”Are you from Rotarura?” In western Canada, I was assumed to be Metis. I tan well, but I am olive-skinned Caucasian.
Call Bolsonaro the Tropic Trump. Call him the Tanned Trump. But today, *brown* has connotations he doesn’t meet.