I suggested that a friend of mine from South Carolina, proud of his long heritage and a great grandfather that was the Confederate general the Swamp Fox, perhaps had some black in him. I laugh thinking of how fast he jumped me, he was on top of me punching me and I was laughing so hard I could not defend myself. He got control and told me that chit was not funny. We talked and he admitted that there were stories in the family about the great grandfather and a s***e who might have had his kid. He explained that this was a high yeller or octaroon s***e that was an eighth black, looked white, and so did the kid. I dropped it, figured questions if improperly framed would not go over well. He could have been something like a 32th. He was a bit too curly in the hair, blond with that dusky Cajun look you see in Louisiana, and his lips were a bit, shall we say, full?