Bright white but still unseen

When you're as white as I am, and one of four white people in a small community of 160 very black people, you'd think that you'd stand out just a little.
You'd be surprised.
Beyond the initial fascination of someone and something new, there's little, if any ongoing interest in who I am, or what I do. It's not a case of reservation or rudeness so much as general disinterest and daily life - leave me to my business, and I'll leave you to yours.
I suspect that I'm the latest in a long line of white fellas to this community, each who've arrived with their own particular (and, to the locals, probably somewhat peculiar) agenda.
There is one exception, of course, and that's the kids. Like any community, whether white, black, green, blue or brindle, it's the kids who appear from nowhere, a mini media scrum of questions about the who, what and why of white person number four.