Black Jesus

My host family are Christians.  As with most Indian Christians, their forebears converted from Hinduism trying to escape the caste system, but the escape was a failure.  Indian Christians have a caste and my family is unusual for being of mixed caste background.  On appah's (father's ) side, they are of "forward caste" (high caste) origin and on mother's side, of "very backward" (very low) origin.  As with all mixed matches, the lowest status prevails.   Our street was pretty diverse.  There were Brahmins across the road with whom we were friendly and other mostly Hindu families of varying castes.
My family is dark brown skinned, black hair and eyes, exceptionally good looking young men of 25 (Doodle) and 20 (Gifty).  
There are pictures of Jesus all over the house - a blond guy wearing an English nightshirt, and Leonardo's Last Supper guy - a very fair Italian.  The bible's only description of Jesus, I discover through Google, is that he had "woolly hair".  I tell the family "Jesus was black - he looked just like you Premi," because obviously he did, including that Premi has "woolly hair".  She is ecstatic to hear this news and wants pictures immediately.  Again with the internet and my Sally's quick assistance, I provided two lovely images, printed in big glossy format.  Premi has hung them in the sitting room, but I want the blond guy taken down and these two framed and put in his place.  Premi is on it.
But here's the kicker:  Steven is a family friend and religious man who is as black as black can be in Tamil Nadu, the very darkest people in India.  The family know him through their (Methodist) church.  When I tell Steven that Jesus was black, he smiles nicely and says "No. Can't be.  No. No. No."  "What about the woolly hair?" of which Steven is fully aware. "No, can't be, Jesus was too great to be dark, could not have been anything like my color.  He looked like you."  And he argued my Jewishness against me, for once figuring out what to do with the strange fact that Jesus was Jewish.