When I was first in college in 1967-1968, one of my friends fell in love. Well, many of my friends fell in and out of love throughout the year, but this friend stayed in love and eventually married her love. The different thing about their love in that particular time was that she was white and he was black. I was thrilled for them, it was such fun seeing people who loved each other strongly and the joy they had with each other. I was, and probably still am the most naïve person around, especially at the age of 18 and had grown up with no particular prejudices. My two friends knew that they were facing a tough road not only in society as it stood at that time at Hiram College in Ohio, but everywhere they went on from there in the future. My friend was very afraid that her boyfriend's family would not accept her and he had similar fears about hers. (Really though isn't this the way in many romances.) They already were well aware that the college community did not accept them and also that this was an incredibly tense time in the history of our country. It was in April 1968 that Martin Luther King was shot and later that year when Robert Kennedy was shot. It seemed that the world was against them and yet they stayed in love and my perspective was that this was just great.
However, I had several other friends that did not share my perspective on this couple and the most surprising thing to me about their objections was that they were black, not the racist whites chastising the races against mixing. So, being the big mouth, naïve person that I was, I simply asked my friends why they felt that these two falling in love was a bad thing. The first thing they said was something of the "party line" of the time (1968), that the black race needed to stay strong and not mix with other races to achieve the equality that they were striving for. I could somewhat understand this, but deep down I knew their perspective had a bit more "college girl" in it and less "black panther" and I was right. Some of my black girlfriends soon admitted that they felt bad that this young guy didn't look their way and not at some white girl. Remember our ages at the time, 18 and 19 years old, so their perspective was a reaction to the political issues of the time and also to the just plain dating issues of college.
Over the many, many years that have passed since I was so young and faced with differing perspectives on this one issue, I've heard other people state feelings that were similar to my roommates', but I've also seen more and more multiracial couples making great lives for themselves and their beautiful children.
I left college after that year, my education to be continued later, but my two friends, who had fallen in love and married in that difficult time, ended up right here in RI a couple of years later, as he was doing a year at Officer Candidate School in the Navy at Newport. Of course, we got together and I met their wonderful son. I was still pretty immature and could not consider what it was like to be married and have a child, but I still enjoyed the fact that their love had continued to that point.