Alan, whose partner was a Frenchman, and I also talked about our amusement at seeing French and English animosity as we navigated Oxford University during our Rhodes Scholarships. To us they all looked “white,” just as to me Alan looked “Asian,” and depending on the part of the world I was in I looked “Black,” or for people with more experience with “Black” faces, I looked “West African.” No one ever guessed I was a mixture of Ashanti and Dagua tribes.
