Mine doesn't have the implied [sarcasm] tag. The childrens' books and toys I grew up with, it was like non-white people didn't actually exist (except for perhaps the token black person background character) and dolls like this would have made heads explode.
Myself, I grew up with Ken. You know, Barbie's boyfriend? I mean Ken Handler, who was in real life Barbie Handler's brother. Their mom invented the Barbie Doll.
Ken and I went to grammar school together, I knew him all through grade school. He was a tall gangly kid who was kinda uncoordinated, not good in those playground sports at recess. Not at all stupid, though. Seemed like an OK guy, definitely had a good sense of humor. I didn't really know him personally. We weren't friends or anything like that. I don't remember seeing his sister Barbie, although I probably did, just didn't know it. The Handlers lived in our neighborhood in West L.A., although I didn't know where their house was.
At the time, I don't remember any black kids going to our schools, even our high school, Hamilton High. A few years later there were black kids going to "Hammy High."
I was unaware of their connection to the Barbie Doll phenomenon, IIRC, until later.
Ken died of a brain tumor, I think in the 1990's. I remember the last time I saw him, we ran into each other in the parking lot of a diner in Westwood, near UCLA.