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dear mother passed out alone and
left me In the care of this woman.
She "also left a little money for my
support and education. I do not think
at the time thatit was her inten
tion that I should'Evevjrith Mrs. Jef-
lady." And then-shetold me about j
my poor mother's death and how Bhe
had the same golden haid that I did
and how much I looked like her and
how much she loved her.
The important things of life seem t
unimportant to children. The inci
dent was soon forgotten, especially ,
as I was a great favorite at school,
and as little girls sometimes will, I
became very popular, both with the
boys and girls of my class.
You know the age when boys be
gin" to carry your books home from
school; it is the first dawning of the
sex instinct I suppose. The boys of
my class used to vie with each other r
to carry home my books they went "
to the door with me, always, jeven
after they knew it would be opened
by colored hands and they would "Bee
a colored face.
They used, however, to say to me: '
"Why do you live with these people? -'"
You know you are white, the same
as we are." Right then and there I
was torn by the two conflicting emo- -
ferson, but, of course. I can't tell,
and I do know that my foster mother
gave me all the possible kindness and
I was dressed much better than
her own children and sent to the
white school. She did everything she
.could for me and she could not un
derstand the awful position in which
she was placing me.
Naturally, I never dreamed that
there was anything doubtful in my
parentage or peculiar in my living
witn. tnis woman until I first began ito
go to school, although I have been
told that I was taken into court at
the age of four to find out why a
white child should be. living with a
colored family. But one day some of
my little playmates "called to me
poor white trash, poor white trash,
play witn niggers, play with niggers."
and I went running cryine to mv fos
ter mother, only to be clasged to her
breast and told: "Don't you cry.
child; don't you cry, honey; you're want this black cloud haneine over.
not poor white trash; you are a white me, and yet I didn't want to hurt this '
lions thatjiave followed me all
I wanted to be away. I. wanted to
be with my own people I didn't
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