Entry 2/05/09 Inspired by the movie: the secret life of bees
Why does her face look like that? the boy asked with no regard for sound in the question. She is a woman of color. Yes, i see that as anybody can plainly see. Why does her face look like that? he repeated himself. The woman smiled and began to raise her hand as a gesture of "hello" Please don't be alarmed it doesn't hurt anymore. When I was much younger in a time different on the outside, it was comin time to cast a vote. I was excited. I was ready. I heard of the possibilities, but was certain I would be safe. It was a man of no color. A man of no heart of no regard for that which is good. With such a vulgar expression and tone of hate, his words came at me with striking force. I was small. I was without worth and reminded. Face to face, I could smell his hatred for that which he did not know. There was a crowd of grown men raising a cheer for there friend a teacher I guessed, he was teaching fear. I must have been a slow learner, for I didn't miss a step. I maintained myself with the utmost integrity as I now felt his words more than I heard them. He spat on me and wished me dead, then as if a truck had struck I fell to the ground. His hands were on me, like he was shakin the black from my skin. I would not apologize for nothin I said, No sir I will not apologize for nothin. Just as I had heard before, came from the sky his fist clinched hard like a metal rod, across my face, cheek to nose to mouth. Pullin back for another go straight to my forhead, was the blow. I guess I was knocked out. So, I woke up in jail. See I had wrongly arranged for my own freedom. I had grown within a need for a voice that for so long had been held quiet. No more....It was a man of no color, a man seemingly normal at first glance, but afraid on the inside, narrow was the mind in that day seemed normal, now still now you look at me and see, what did you say? a woman of color, as anyone can plainly see. So, that man of no color made his claim and still remaining is the difference between you and me. Yes, young boy it is true years have past and nothing new I am black and equally true you are not, so in our difference we are in same, people. Don't be fooled by the political correctness, that is disguised intolerance. Fairwell, young boy,
and remember next time you see something not the same that doesn't mean it is different........
So, I am disgusted by the lack of humility in this new day we all claim. Our intolerance of others from all histories has evolved to a more civilized social title that's it.
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