Racism within blacks

Yesterday my mom and I went and bought our books for school, and we ran into my cousin DeeDee. She and my mom started talking as I went to look at the sweatshirts, and when I came back, they were talking about my cousin/God-mother, Michelle's, wedding. Apparently DeeDee had not been invited to Michelle's wedding, which to me was odd because they were close. So then they started talking about stuck up Michelle was blah blah blah, I didn't interfere because well, it was true. Now my mom who coordinated the whole wedding told me as we were leaving the real reason why DeeDee wasn't invited because of her "tattoos", and I'm like, that's a bullshit reason not to invite someone, especially our cousin. The real reason she wasn't invited was because DeeDee is what the McElveens would call "ghetto", which is pretty much intolerable in my family. Of course, on my mother's side of the family (I came out the darkest in my family), they consist of the DeGruys and the McElveens, and you can guess that they are all "high yellow". Now the DeGruys aren't color strickened, of course they don't marry anyone that is darker than a brown paper bag, but the McElveens, well, that's another subject. Personally, if it wasn't for my mother I would have nothing to do with that side of the family. My mom is very fair-skinned, but she didn't discriminate, she married a dark skinned man, fortunately, I came out the darkest while my other two sisters are not that far from being as light as my mother. Now this bother's me a great deal, because when we are at family functions my sisters and I feel out of place, I inherited my father's dark skin, and as the ignorant would say the "good hair", so even eventhough I wasn't light enough to be apart of the brown paper bag class, I atleast inherited the hair, which gives me more of an indian look than anything else. I remember one time we were at my aunt Juanita's house (Michelle's mother),and my mom got this really pretty tan, she was so brown and she looked so healthy, and I remember my aunt Juanita making a comment: you're too dark, starting to look like them niggas. Now I'm sitting next to my mom, and even with the tan, I was still darker than her. Now my initial thought was the to curse her out and give her a piece of my mind, but that's my aunt, and despite what she said I do love her. But it still makes me mad, and I think to myself, what makes you think you're any better than the next black person? You're still black, when you fill out information forms you put African-American, you shop in the white community but white people will still look at you like you're a nigga. This is a real sensitive subject with me I bet some are thinking, you're right. These people are so proud of the fact that their grandmothers and grandfathers are products of adultery and rape, and it makes me sick. Literally, my freshman year in college I had to ask my grandmother for a project for African World studies, to tell me what about our ancestors when it came to slavery. This was worth 60 percent of our grade keep in mind...when I asked her about it, she couldn't tell me, because guess what, we didn't have freakin slaves in our family!!!! I'm like, I'm so fucked for this class, I can't ask anyone on my father's side of the family because well, my dad is an asshole who left my mother for a white woman when I was five, and his family did shit and wouldn't tell my mom where he was when it came to child support , so I don't even talkin to those bitches. My grandmother who I love and adore was useless for this project, all she could tell me was about free people of color blah blah blah, the root of racism within blacks. So you can imagine what I did, I gave my teacher a fucking family tree, and all I can tell you, is that my family are made up of mutts. French,Irish,Indian,and Native American are the dominate races in my family(even on my father's side my mom told me, Irish and Native American). I mean, with names like DeGruy and McElveen and Gordon, well shit, what happened to Johnson and Smith, real American names...My teacher gave me an A, because my family history was so "interesting", and I'm like, whatever dude, the family tree defeated the whole purpose of the project, but he understood, because this is a BLACK MAN, and some black families have never "experienced slavery". He didn't care that my great grandmother was from India, or that my grandmother's mother and father were from France and Britain. And it's funny because this man was more understanding than most of family members who would more likely turn up their nose at the sight of him than to listen to him. I'm tired of talking about this subject, I might've offended some people in this post,but hey, if the shoe fits...