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She thus stages a theatre of her own making, deploying familiar scripts of Black and white exchange to achieve unfamiliar ends. Yet this depiction of pleasure is short-lived. Across the essay, we see these moments frequently. Notably, Hurston stages these moments as interpretive gaps of knowledge and experience. Put differently, white and Black actors perceive color and value across an immutable line of difference.

While Black minstrelsy offers Hurston a vehicle through which self-possession and pleasure might be discernable, it also lets her mimic the forms that dispossession and estrangement can take. Hurston uses possession to narrate her whimsical and often-striking performance acts in the essay, turning later to dispossession as an analog that plots a Black historical trajectory.

Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me. Slavery is sixty years in the past. The operation was successful and the patient is doing well, thank you. Slavery is the price I paid for civilization, and the choice was not with me. It is a bully adventure and worth all that I have paid through my ancestors for it.

No one on earth ever had a greater chance for glory. Her parody of neocolonialist forms of thought draws on the color line and reifies the imagery of the line in the form of two compelling images: a race and the national stage. This repeated invocation of the stage punctures the fourth wall of the parodic farce. By embedding such scripted moments of dance, gesture, and mimicry into the essay, Hurston reimagines the chilling and capacious strategies of the Blackened body in performance.

Generations of everyday readers, scholars, poets, and conceptual artists have drawn from her meditations on race and American society. In her vignettes, we see glimpses of a Zora who appears equal parts charming, endearing, challenging, and provocative. Her literary and popular range and influence is both materially real and of mythic proportions Spillers. Here, color vis-a-vie the body takes center stage and backstage. Elsewhere in the essay, color is context and background; color is mutable, irremovable.

Everywhere, color is live. Hers is a persona idealized: desiring and desirable, specific and yet unfixed. Through metaphors, controversial statements, and anecdotes, Hurston implies that she views race as a social construct.

While Hurston acknowledges that she sometimes faces discrimination, she also rejects the idea that slavery, abolished sixty years earlier, negatively affects her life. Hurston ultimately concludes that she considers the content of any human soul to be more or less interchangeable, no matter a person's skin pigmentation.

Writing in a tone that conveys a mix of sincerity and sarcasm, Hurston argues that she "became colored" at thirteen, when she moved away from her hometown. Having grown up in the all-Black community of Eatonville, Florida, Hurston simply lived her life, oblivious to the world of white Americans who would see her as "colored" and project their prejudices onto her.

By writing of herself as "becoming" colored, Hurston highlights how race is a social construct, not based on biologically distinct categories but on socially conditioned prejudice. She also refuses to see herself as a victim, refuting the idea that the social construct of race negatively affects her opportunities as an American. The essay reaches its climax when Hurston uses an analogy to encapsulate her view of race.

Likening humans with different skin tones to different colored paper bags full of miscellany, Hurston suggests that the contents, if dumped out and jumbled together, could be randomly redistributed among the bags.

The language and metaphors are amazing. I can't believe I have never read anything by Zora before. Aug 01, Liz rated it really liked it. But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow.

Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a "Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still a little fragrant.

In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held--so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows? Apr 24, Christopher rated it really liked it Shelves: woman-author , non-fiction , essays , race-relations , semi-autobiographical , autobiographical , memoir , african-american-author.

For some reason, this is cataloged under fictional essays at a lot of libraries. It didn't come across that way to me, but I tagged it as both autobiographical and semi-autobiographical for my own sake.

This is a pleasant personal essay by Zora Neale Hurston that examines what she feels it means to be a person of color in America. She of course grew up and lived in the era of Jim Crow, but she also was a vibrant and integral part of the Harlem Renaissance. Because of that latter fact, I believe For some reason, this is cataloged under fictional essays at a lot of libraries.

Because of that latter fact, I believe she finds a sense of self-empowerment. Her attitude is that of "haters gonna hate" but in a time when people who looked like her were literally being hung up from trees.

She finds the hate of others to be nonsensical because she knows how valuable she is, and this is a message that is still relevant and important. It's super short and great.

Go read it. May 08, Sharon rated it it was amazing. Hurston expresses a fascinating resistance to being labeled or identifying with any particular race, group, or classification. At times, she recognizes that she fits into certain molds, but on the whole, she remains distinct and even uncontainable.

Oct 18, Max Urai rated it really liked it Shelves: essays. This is just delightful. We have so much to learn from her. Feb 11, Chelsea Moreen rated it it was amazing Shelves: author-of-colour , read-to-buy , non-fiction , short-story , classics , essays. This woman was absolutely extraordinary. This is a must read, it's so short but so impactful. Mar 11, Debra Murray rated it really liked it. I always say be in my shoes for a minute to experience what I go through.

Yes, just one minute! Oct 02, Max Cannon rated it really liked it Shelves: non-fiction. Dec 21, Logan rated it liked it Shelves: three-stars. It's very well written, though. Feb 27, Aleea rated it it was amazing Shelves: american-lit. She took things as they were and saw no reason to be miserable because of it, or pay it any mind.

It was just the way things were. She feels all the emotions in that music: anger, sadness, happiness, all at ones. I am merely a fragment of the Great Soul that surges within the boundaries. My country, right or wrong. And it was because she was able to love herself, she felt like all those people who oppressed black people, or any culture for that matter, were just fools to her. And it was their loss for not getting to know her, or any other coloured person, because they have so much to offer.

Aug 19, Shelly Rawlings rated it it was amazing Shelves: required-readings. I am very familiar with the work of Zora Neale Hurston, and this is one of my absolute favorite stories from her. When I read it, Hurston gave me this idea of lenses that really shape the way I read it—she not only discusses race, but also the idea of being a woman. Putting both together creates an interesting lens through which to see the world. Say, for example, that women go through life with a blue lens over everything—they see things a little bit differently than men.

But blacks go through l I am very familiar with the work of Zora Neale Hurston, and this is one of my absolute favorite stories from her. But blacks go through life with a red lens—seeing things differently than white people. I think we are forced to think that way—eliminating either of these identities takes away from the overall experience.

It is accurate, too. Hurston grew up in a small, southern, and predominantly black township, and that had a huge impact on her writing and how she depicted race. It lives on because it provides a few into a world that not all of us are aware of. This intersectionality plagues me, and the fact that an author is able to make me think that much about a text only tells me that it is nothing but good.

Jan 16, Emma rated it really liked it Shelves: reviewed , school , african-american-literature , slavery , history , essays. The great blobs of purple and red emotion have not touched him. He has only heard what I felt. He is far away and I see him but dimly across the ocean and the continent that have fallen between us.