I have a soft spot for the NAACP, even though I honestly don’t know much about their policies and activities. Their steadfast refusal to join in the semantic circus of ever-changing politically correct terms for people with some African ancestry is a great public service. Whatever it is they believe and do, they’re focused on the substance of it, and not on silly speech police stuff.
National Association of Communist People.
What I do know is that if I was black during the fifties I wanted to be called a negro. If I was black during the sixties, I wanted to be called Afro-American. During the 70's-90's, I wanted to be called black. Then, this century, I wanted to be called African American. (It doesn't matter that I can't tell you which country in Africa I relate to, just that I am an African American.) Oh, incidentally I can call myself and other members of my race a n----r but if you do, you can be prosecuted.
It must be tough to have to get one's identity from the name they are known by, rather than from an innate sense of self-worth. As for me, I am who I am. You may call me a "white honky cracker" if you wish. I don't mind at all.