The quote to the left is from Zora Neale Hurston’s essay entitled “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”.
She begins by stating: I am colored but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United States whose grandfather on the mother’s side was not an Indian chief.
I think the piece really embodies my take on the idea we can only be who we think we are. But I wonder what it means to you?
Let me know what you think of any part of Ms. Hurston’s essay?