Zora Hurston writes a fascinating piece called "How it feels to be Colored Me". In this piece she tells of the days before and after she became colored. In the days before she knew of only one difference between white and blacks. She never paid much mind to the fact that the rest of the community reacted differently, she did what she wanted. It is the same for most kids at her age. They never …
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…a brown bag propped against a wall with other colored bags. When the contents of these bags are emptied you find many things that are priceless and worthless. She says that if all the bags were emptied into a heap and refilled there would be little difference. The conclusion is consistent with the rest of her piece in that she feels that no matter the color of our skin we are all still the same.