Interesting read Ahmed. In my younger days (as a white man) I worked outside a lot. Long enough to acquire a very deep tan. Each time my lineage was questioned I told them I was an American. When they pressed the point inquiring what nationality I really was — spanish, mexican, moroccan or somewhere in between — I would smile (the dark tan made my chompers twinkle a pearly white) and reply, “my nationality is American.”
My point is I don’t care what color you are. For me, it all parses down to what person you are. That’s what is important to me.