Human genetic oddities can often be explained when they spawn such rare wonders as a third nipple, a tail, and even ginger kids with a soul; but today's revelation that a black Nigerian couple living in the UK gave birth to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby girl seems to have confounded a great deal of those usually quick with a feasible scientific explanation.

While those with rational faith in science struggle to figure out just how two black parents with no known white ancestry produced a bouncing baby girl that could've just as easily been conceived at the Ikea home office; one might also wonder how those with irrational faith in the belief that white skin is the marker of a superior race would react to the same event?

 Not that the opinions of deluded ignoramuses are really of any importance, but sometimes bizarre scenarios call up the superficial need to bring up even more bizarre questions.  In my estimation, there could be a few different reactions in the Skinhead community.

The first overreaction would be one of messianic proportions. This date could be cemented as a sort of "White Christmas" in that it was the day that the lord created a white child from black parents as a way to state his preference for a certain color of skin with a baby that  would even have had Hitler goo goo-ing and gaga-ing. Skinheads would demand the baby be given over to their possession so they could raise her to naturally hate her own parents and eventually flaunt her wares in a tattoo magazine.

Or this whole thing could go in an opposite direction, leaving the White Power movement distraught with evidence that maybe just maybe it's entirely possible that white people are descendants of black people, therefore making us all equal in the eyes of whomever or whatever may have created us. 

The third and final reaction is they could just go about their business taking no interest in the story, continuing their regular minority-threatening schedule, never once acknowledging the equal plane on which we should respect one another. 

My gut says option # 3, but my heart...well, I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter what my heart says.