As a reference point: Jungle Fever came out in 1991.
Maybe ten years ago my father in law got shit from all his French relatives because his granddaughter was dating an Arab. This is an area that America is not all that unique.
I finally saw it a couple years ago, and here’s my take on it (spoilered for people who haven’t seen it): If my son or daughter came home from vacation and announced that s/he was going to marry someone s/he had known for 10 days, I’d be a trifle bit upset too.
In the late 1990s, I worked for a while at a low-income health clinic in Waterloo, Iowa, and the only time I ever saw a white woman come in with a white baby or toddler on clinic day was if they were Bosnian. 100% of the white women otherwise had biracial babies. 
THAT, you notice. Has anyone else ever encountered anything like that? I should add that few, if any, of these women were married or even partnered with these guys.
One of my sister’s best friends, who is black, pretty much had to marry a white man because this was her experience. She couldn’t find a black man if her life depended on it. :eek: That was her experience, anyway.
There’s a poster here who said that in their area of the Gulf Coast, there are a lot of mixed Hispanic/Vietnamese marriages; when the Vietnamese refugees came here in the 1970s and 1980s, many of them were sponsored by Catholic churches and this was how they met. Some were already Catholic and some others were Buddhist or other religions.
So the bad/unlucky ones go to jail and the good/lucky ones to a white woman’s bed?
I had a coworker in 2003, Joe, US-born black Muslim. His wife was Moroccan. We got stopped for driving while black and I mentioned that I’d been asked by a cop “is this man bothering you?” when I walked down the street with another black male coworker. Joe said cops would ask his wife that when they were together, watch her like hawks if she was on her own or even worse, with her mother (who didn’t live in the US and barely spoke enough English to find a toilet).
I grew up in Green Bay, WI, in the 1970s and 1980s. At that time, the city had an extremely homogenous population – there very few blacks or Hispanics, and most of the non-white population were either Native Americans, or Hmong (refugees from Vietnam, who were settled there in the wake of the Vietnam War, sponsored by local churches).
I graduated from high school in 1983. In 1988, one of my former high school classmates made the local headlines when he married a very well-known (at that time) Olympic athlete, who was black. While there little to no public condemnation of their marriage in town, there were certainly a fair number of locals who were at least a little uncomfortable with the idea.
Indiana, as well (I say this as the white half of a “black-white marriage”). No one has ever said anything, but we get noticed. We have become "regulars’ at more than one local restaurant after only a couple of visits, because as my wife puts it, “We stand out in people’s memories.”
When I was getting into my teenage, starting-to-date years, in the 80s, my mother often expressed the “benevolent” attitude that inter-racial relationships weren’t a good idea, “because of all the problems they would face. And I’d feel sorry for the children. They’ll be out of place in either culture.” Fortunately by the time I actually met my wife, she had mellowed quite a bit on the topic. Maybe she was just happy that I had finally found a woman who could put up with my nonsense! 
Had a mixed couple come in to my shop last week. He had a Green Lantern tee shirt on while she was wearing a Deadpool shirt. I mentioned that it is unusual to see people with such different beliefs get along so well, but then I realized that they may have both been Ryan Reynolds fans.
(Eta: her ancestors came from Africa, his looked like standard Northern European mix, and she was a head taller than him. But their Fandom were what struck me.)
Now that’s some weird mixin’, right there!
That reminds me of a comedienne’s bit “Does this happen to you? Do you ever see certain white women walking down the street pushing a carriage and you just know that’s a black baby in there?”
I really am oblivious I guess, but what? Is there some look to some mothers or something I’ve never noticed?
My wife and I (me white, she black) got married in 1994. We got some flack at first from both races, but that seems to have died down.
I think she was referring to what the Brits call a “chav”. Think tracksuit over a crop top and probably too much eyeliner.
Unfortunately, I am not at all surprised about Indiana. (And probably anywhere outside metropolitan areas). I may also be somewhat biased as a number of my friends are in mixed-race marriages, so it seems wholly unremarkable to me.
You know what’s weird?
Every married lesbian couple I know the more femme partner is a redhead.
It may be small sample size, and I am certain I know several lesbians whose wives I have not met, but it just strikes me as strange to notice this pattern.
I grew up in the 70s and 80s, in a part of the country with a very low black population to begin with (there were only two black kids in my high school of about 1200 students).
So interracial marriages, in my experience, were very unusual and surprising. I never really heard anyone express disapproval, but that may be because the subject so rarely came up. I remember the TV show The Jeffersons had a mixed race couple and I always thought how exotic and strange it was - like someone being married to an Eskimo or Pacific Islander.
Where was this incident?
My sister’s friend just plain old could not find a black man who was interested in her. So, she decided to expand her options and ended up with a white man.
I’m assuming this is a black comedienne?
I also have a relative who used to teach 9th and 10th grade math in a small town in rural Iowa, and the only black people in town were the babies that the students in his special ed class popped with alarming frequency. ALL of them were biracial, and how they got pregnant was a mystery because nobody could ever recall seeing them out in public with any boys or men of any race who weren’t their fathers or their brothers.