Maybe what 'being a Delaware Moor' had come down to, in my mother's day, was just the hoarding of 'old stuff' with no real 'meaning' behind it. I get the impression that there were a few distinctive mannerisms, a sense of identity (both imposed from outside and nurtured within the community), and a proclivity towards certain images, such as the many variations of stars: eight-pointed, sixteen-pointed, thirty-two pointed. There were racial 'issues' - those were real, and not just 'old stuff.' The Moors are reputed to have denied being white, black or native. "We are Moors," was their statement of ethnicity, according to most sources.
I think my mother thought she was secretly colored, or might be perceived as 'colored,' but she wanted to be white. Back in those days, 'colored' was a term that embraced a myriad of people, including the Delaware Moors. I notice that in Pennsylvania my great-grandmother was listed as white on the census, but in Delaware, mulatto. Her cousin (or nephew, can't remember which just now), William Carney, served in the Colored Troops during the Civil War (Pennsylvania), but according to various sources I've read, 'colored' could mean 'native american,' too. My grandfather was a follower of Noble Drew Ali and his Moorish Science Temple, and I was brought up to revere Egypt as the source of our culture. Yet many of the descendants of the Delaware Moors today seem especially focussed on their Nanticoke ties.
Well, I have just recently joined a Yahoo group of descendants of the Delaware Moors, so maybe I will know more soon.