OTOH my wife's parents (also old south) took up the gauntlet of civil rights in the fifties. My wife tells me of the phone calls she would answer as a child: "n####r lover" SLAM!
It was an ugly time.
In the last 20 years I have been to a dozen funerals at what are still "black" churches in Georgia. Some of those funerals were for people who worked for my family for years, people I have worked for, with and had work for me, and dozens of black people who I would jump in front of a freight train for.
Some of us are without race now. Would I want my daughter to marry a black man? For her happiness and peace, of course. But I am like anyone else, I want my grandchildren to look like me. You probably do too. One of these days we may not even consider that but today we do.
Anyway. I am glad you're her and I appreciate your opinion.
Interesting. How deep does this desire for resemblance go? Would it disturb you if your grandchildren had different hair or eye color than you, or is this solely limited to pigment?