The irony, of course, is that most "African Americans" are not "African", except those, white, yellow, brown and black who had been born in Africa. Anyway, before they became Africanized like the flies, so to speak, they were "black". Late 1960s. "I'm black and...", etc. My buddy worked in a lunch joint at the time and says that the chef, or the short order cook, looked like a long lost twin brother of a soul singer popular at the time, and was occasionally mistaken for him, while he, my buddy, and all the waiters were white students. One of the choices for sandwich bread there was dark pumpernickel, which the waiters and customers preferred to call "black". Gimme pastrami on black, Robert. Well, Robert, the chef, objected to the use of the word "black" for bread, the word was reserved for African-Americans (before African-Americans existed, to make it even more confusing,) and I suspect our local "RACISM" obsessed here would have agreed with him.
Gimme pastrami on black, Robert.
ROTFLMAO!