The Return of the Mulatto: The Green-Eyed Monster

You can’t write that about the president of the NAACP.

“Write what?” I said.

“That,” Melissa told me, pointing at my notebook’s screen. “You’re calling him a ‘mulatto’?”

“Well, that’s the definition, right? His father was white, his mother was black. I think.” I scratched my head. “Maybe he’s a quadroon .” Melissa rolled her eyes.

“But he says he’s black,” she insisted.

“On the Stephen Colbert show, he was asked if he was black, and he waited before answering the question.”

“Oh come on,” Melissa said, shaking her head. “They edit those things, you know that.”

“How could they edit a pause? In fact, he said it would be a ‘great end’ for everyone to be white, and that the next best thing is for everyone to be treated as if they were white!” Melissa’s bright green eyes stabbed me.

“Okay, okay,” I said, hitting the backspace button repeatedly. Melissa’s naturally long tresses brushed me as she leaned over my shoulder, the blue of Microsoft Word reflecting on her pretty, freckled face.

“And that,” she commanded again, “that’s just a puerile ad hominem.” I reached for my thesaurus. She slapped the back of my ashen hand, defibrillating my heart with her touch. “A childish personal attack.”

The text on the screen read: “Am I the only one who is spooked—pardon the expression—byBen Jealous’s resemblance to white supremacistSteve Sailer?”

I protested, “He said himself that lily white Stephen Colbert could easily pass for a relative, that he and Colbert could be cousins. Isn’t he sending a not-so-coded message?”

“Message to who?” Melissa asked.

“To white America: ‘I’m more like you. Don’t lump me in with these black beasts.’”

“You’ll never forgive Obama for his mutt like me comment, will you?” said Melissa, half-smiling.

“I don’t know why other mulattoes didn’t get up in arms—he was comparing them to dogs.”

“The word ‘mulatto’ comes from the Spanish for—”

“It’s like when Henry Louis Gates’s children—in his own documentary—admitted they weren’t interested in Africa, because it was only ‘half them’.”

W. E. B. DuBois was part white, you know,” Melissa observed, as if to say, “Checkmate.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so was Jesus. I don’t have anything against people who are half-white or even all-white: give me a Tim Wise, a Joe Slovo, or Spock any day over a coal-black Uncle Thomas. Being triracial doesn’t disqualify you from genuinely attempting to further the advancement of a particular race. But these guys, Cory Booker, Harold Ford , Valerie Jarrett , they’re not John Brown or even John Beige.”

“No,” she said emphatically, “you can keep your John Brown, or Fig P. Newton or whatever other terrorists you want to hold up as models. The people Obama has surrounding him, white, black, or” —she saw from the expression on my face that she had better not say, “green” or “purple”—“or, whatever, they’re the best-qualified men and women for the job.”

“I’m just saying: is one of the qualifications being mulatto?”

“You’re a broken record,” she answered, sounding tired.

“A what?”

“I think you’re jealous of Jealous. It’s as simple as that.”

“Well, what about this Farley or Fairly fellow?”


“The guy who wrote an article about the new, taxpayer-funded Klan statue in Nashville, and got death threats and chased out of Tennessee.”

“Oh—” Melissa’s eyes rolled—“that egomaniac.”

“Maybe he is an egomaniac,” I conceded, “but whatever he is, he said on the radio somewhere that he was surprised to hear Ben Jealous was in the NAACP—not that he was president of the NAACP, but that he was even in the NAACP—because, in his view, Jealous was not at all interested in black issues.”

“But he was publisher of—”

“Fairly went to Ben Jealous and his wife for help. The man who would be president of the NAACP was completely unconcerned about helping a black man whose career and reputation were ruined by Klan supporters and the white media, all for suggesting that the founder of the Klan shouldn’t get a statue. A phone call from Jealous, ordering the local NAACP to speak out, could have turned the tide. Would DuBois have acted like that?”

I continued. “Moreover, Jealous insulted Fairly, saying Fairly ‘had it coming’.”

“No, no, no,” Melissa said, “don’t lie: Fairly didn’t say that. He said Jealous said Julian Bond probably thought Fairly ‘had it coming’.”

I was befuddled. Maybe I had my facts wrong. Melissa seized the time to press on.

“Look, Julian Bond said, ‘It would be beneath us to consider’ Ben Jealous’s biracial background as something that might disqualify him from being NAACP president.”

“The only thing whiter than Julian Bond,” I muttered, “is a line of cocaine.” She snorted a chuckle, then said:

“Look at Walter White the NAACP president in the 1930’s. He could have passed for white.”

“Have we returned to the blue-vein shadocracy of the 1930’s?” I asked.

“In the colonial past,” I added—“and America, remember, for black people was a semi-colony—the Europeans placed the mulattoes a rung above the blacks, the natives.”

“I don’t know about that…,” she said slowly.

My eyes pleaded with Melissa’s. Hers were green. Mine were brown. She won.

I sighed in resignation, erased the entire document, and then began typing again:

“Not so very long ago, the earth numbered two thousand million inhabitants….”

Jonathan David Farley

Dr. Jonathan David Farley, is the 2004 Harvard Foundation Distinguished Scientist of the Year. He is currently Teaching and Research Fellow teaching mathematics at the Institut für Algebra Johannes Kepler Universität Linz, Linz Österreich.

Republished with permission from the Black Commentator.


  1. says

    whatever is wrong blame someone else then you never have to take responsibility for your own life- that is the exact opposite of what every plantation loving ACLU SEIU DNC democrat slave master believes- by giving minorities just enough to get by they become dependents – this is why obama=welfare/foodstamps/economic misery- jimmy carter on steroids

  2. metis says

    no one understands me. And many dont accept me. I want the world to belong to people like me. The world is in the wrong hands. I dont have identity issues and i grow tired of trying to get the world to except me for who i am. i would rather watch it burn.


  3. danar says

    Interesting, I thought mulattoes were obsessive about the right to choose how they identify. If the leader of the NAACP identifies as black, why is that not permissible? Could it be that the right to self identify only applies to mulattoes who want to identify as white or mulatto? That’s a bit of a ‘one way street’ isn’t it? Apparently identifying as ’black’ is considered a negative to the upwardly mobile mulatto elite.

    My, my! Aren’t you ambitious bunch?

  4. Hmm... says

    I think that that a lot of quadroon people look kind of cool, I’m a white person, and I think it would be kind of nice to have a slightly darker skin tone, I look like I could be a vampire from Twilight right now, ha ha. But really, who really cares if you are coal black Uncle Thomas or Taylor Swift!?? The KKK? When we white people burn in the sun after 3 minutes, we have to make up lies about being the master race :). And really, I’m part Irish, and if you look back far enough, my English and German relatives looked down on the Irish. And who dislikes the Irish now?? Nessi? Ha ha, we all need to just accept each other for what we are, God’s children.

  5. Melissa says

    Interesting…I was called a zebra in elementary school by a white kid and cried my eyes out, but now I have a lot of things that are zebra striped. Imagine that. When do you think people will realize that we are all connected and the color of one’s skin only keeps us wallowing in the white man’s misery?

    (Just a mild observation from a multi-ethnic woman)

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