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I can only feel admiration for Zora Neale Hurston, who experienced discrimination and racism and who lost her mother but still chose to take a positive outlook on life. It couldn't have been easy - in fact fact, it was probably very difficult for her to do - but she did it anyway because she knew that allowing hate and violence to reign inside her would only cause her own destruction in the end.
I wasn't a huge fan of this short story. Kudos to Hurston for not acknowledging or accepting racism. While I did like the point she was making, which was that no matter how different we look on the outside, we are made of the same stuff on the inside. Everybody deals with loss and joy, pain and suffering, nostalgia, and regrets. Yes it was very eloquent but it just didn't do anything for me.
"Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?"
Seriously beautiful. I loved this. I read it for school but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Maybe I will suggest this for one of my book club's short reads.
A pleasant statement on both being a part of your race/culture and rising above those limiting distinctions in order to be uniquely a person--one whose traits elevate and distinguish beyond history and skin tone.
"Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?It's beyond me.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...
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.
idk how to rate this, I liked her bag analogy but the majority of this is problematic to say the least (considering the time this was written) she was not taken seriously or liked. "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...slavery is the price I paid for civilization, and the choice was not with me" But, thinking about how Hurston truly views herself and seeing her sense of self...
Will always be one of my favorite pieces of writing and media ever. It is a perfect act of expression. Whole and fulfilled and completely communicatory and full of self-integrity. The treatment of the subject matter with respect and integrity in the act of expression, I've just never witnessed anything like it.
"Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me." - Zora Neale HurstonHer heart encourages mine that even when people are being hateful - it is always their loss and not our own, no matter the reason for their ignorance and hate. I love her writing, it gives me hope in humanity and helps me to see the good inside people.
Zora is one of my favorite women in history. She didn't let anyone of anything stop her or bring her down. What makes this specific piece stand out is the fact that it connects with people of all races. Anyone who has been the only one of their kind in a room full of another demographic can connect to this, and people who have never had that experience can find a deeper understanding of those who do face it.
I always say be in my shoes for a minute to experience what I go through. Yes, just one minute!
"Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me." That entire piece was great.
WOW! The language and metaphors are amazing. I can't believe I have never read anything by Zora before. "It constricts the thorax and splits the heart with its tempo and narcotic harmonies." Love it!
This is just delightful. We have so much to learn from her.
If Kendrick’s “i” was an essay
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)...
Another beautiful short story. Zora did not find a difference between her and other people until people started making her feel different. She started to realize that people categorized white and black people separately. She only started to feel different after she felt like ‘the other’ because of her skin tone. Such an informational depiction of segregation and her feelings towards it i loved it.
This woman was absolutely extraordinary. This is a must read, it's so short but so impactful.
