Well, the details of what the neighbor man looked like were left to the imagination, but trust me it was racist. The wife was "white" (which I prefer to call pink/beige) and the husband was "black" (had some african ancestors). I was not raised in a place where people got upset about that sort of thing. While I lived in that town the office secretary, who was my age, we graduated highschool in 1974, complained to me about how she missed her friend. She wanted to tell the story because it was an out of the blue complaint. Of course I asked what happened (I thought maybe she died or something), but the story was that her friend married a black man and her family had disowned her and her friends, including this person telling the story, had dumped her. I got angry and told her "Well, she may have been your friend, but you certainly were not hers." I can't even understand attitudes like that and I did not want my children thinking that was normal.