No problem. Grew up in a very mixed neighborhood (had Mexican, white, black, Hmong neighbors). It was pretty clear that we were adopted; we don't have any of those stories of someone freaking out at the supermarket and calling the cops about some kidnapped kids. A handful definitely had the
face and we'd just explain I was adopted and move on.
I will say this to their credit: they taught my sister and I to think (very) critically and they put us around different types of people. Looking back as an adult I can see the game plan that just seemed natural to me at the time. They made sure I had lots of black teachers, coaches, and mentors. Very involved in making sure we had positive male and female role models. Didn't watch a lot of TV outside of Saturday morning cartoons so all we had to go on was positive black images. The biggest problem was probably working with my sister's hair.
Explicit racial issues didn't really come up until high school. They let us know such things would come up when we were younger. "The Talk". But by that time friends were a bigger influence and I dealt with those things with them. They're supportive of my work (tutoring, coaching, non-profit pro-Black stuff).
No long haired hippie "we're gonna save the world" shyt. Just regular ass folks who wanted to adopt some regular ass kids and give them the best childhood they could come up with.