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BY ALMA BOONE LITTLE
I don't think it impossible for any
woman to Tealize' the horror that I
passed through at this time. Other
women have passed through terrible
pain, both physical and mental.
There was-always a chance that time
would bring recovery. With me if it
were true that I had colored blood
in my veins there was nothing left.
"I WANT TO PROVE TO MY HUSBAND THAT I AM
WHITE," CRIES "BRIDE WITHOUT A RACE"
married rakes to reform them, but
have you ever known of men doing
An attorney was sent to my foster
mother who told her that an estate
had been left to her, her children
and to any, one who had been es
pecially kind to her. At least, when
she named ma in her affidavit she
thought she was naming me as one
who was "especially kind to her";
instead this affidavit makes her my
mother. She has already, however
given my attorney an affidavit set
ting forth, my parentage and repudi
ating this stf:called first affidavit.
I have teen to Dean Vaughn of
the University of Michigan and. Prof.
E. E. Case, one of the leading an
thropologists and physiologists in
America, and both of these men, af
ter applying the ordinary tests, said
that I was white.
Prof. Case said that he had made
a careful study of racial character
istics and mine were purely English.
Neither one of these men would
make a blood test. In fact, they said
"you are white" and seemed to think
that was all that was necessary.
In the meantime here I am, worse
than a man without a country. A
woman of no race; a woman whose
husband forsakes her because he
says she has colored blood in her
veins, a woman who must give up
her friends, her home and go away
again to begin life anew, as I did
when I was 17, for no matter how
much proof I bring to bear to show
that I am white, the story will cling
to me always where I am known.
It is the man that I loved and the
man who told me that he loved me
that has put this stain on me.
I am the saddest woman in all the
world, for I have learned that what
men call the greatest thing in the
world love is all a sham, and life
but one long tragedy.
Mrs. Arthur Little
I could not assoclafe with
white friends, for however kind they
were to me (and I must say that my
friends in Detroit have been very
kind to me, both before an'd since) I
would be too proud toeek their
company, and, God help me, Ic'ould
not associate with .colored people, al
though I respect and love my foster
mother for the care that she has al
ways given me.
We women must love more than
men, for you read every day of wom
en forgiving and marrying men who
have a real blood taint. Women have
married tubercular men and nursed
them back to health. We, today, do
not have to see the olav of "Damaged
Goods" to know that women have!