Sunday, November 24, 2019

Zora essays

Zora essays 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 really understand what is happening in the world around them until the world around them believes they're old enough to hear the When Hourston turned thirteen she was sent to a school in Jacksonville. She left her home as Hourston and enter Jacksonville as a little colored girl. Hourston made the point that she didn't mind the label the whites put on her. She wouldn't get depressed or let it bother her like the other blacks did. She made the comment "I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it." She makes a very good point here that African Americans tend to have the attitude that they were ripped-off. They blame everything bad that happens to them on the color of their skin. The world has changed but to this day some will sit back and ponder your last response wondering if that was a subtle insult brought upon by the color of their skin. In the piece "How it Feels to be Colored Me" Hourston also describes an experience she had with a white person that made her feel the true color of her skin. She talks about the music making her feel as if she's in a jungle. "My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum." She is feeling so many different emotions from the music yet these emotions are not shared with the white man sitting next to her. "He is so pale with his whiteness then and I am so colored." She feels the color of their skin makes th...

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