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Up to my thirteenth year I lived in the little Negro town of Eatonville, Florida. It is exclusively a colored town. The only white people I knew passed through the town going to or coming from Orlando. The native whites rode dusty horses, the Northern tourists chugged down the sandy village road in automobiles. The town knew the Southerners and never stopped cane chewing when they passed. But the Northerners were something else again. They were peered at cautiously from behind curtains by the timid. The more venturesome would come out on the porch to watch them go past and got just as much pleasure out of the tourists as the tourists got out of the village.  \nThe front porch might seem a daring place for the rest of the town, but it was a gallery seat tome. My favorite place was atop the gate-post. Proscenium box for a born first-nighter. Not only did I enjoy the show, but I didn't mind the actors knowing that I liked it. I usually spoke to them in passing. I'd wave at them and when they returned my salute, I would say something like this: \"Howdy-do-wellI-thank-you-where-you-goin'? \" Usually the automobile or the horse paused at this, and after a queer exchange of compliments, I would probably \"go a piece of the way\" with them, as we say in farthest Florida. If one of my family happened to come to the front in time to see me, of course negotiations would be rudely broken off. But even so, it is clear that I was the first \"welcome-to-our-state\" Floridian, and I hope the Miami Chamber of Commerce will please take notice.  \nDuring this period, white people differed from colored to me only in that they rode through town and never lived there. They liked to hear me \"speak pieces\" and sing and wanted to see me dance the parse-me-la, and gave me generously of their small silver for doing these things, which seemed strange to me for I wanted to do them so much that I needed bribing to stop. Only they didn't know it. The colored people gave no dimes. They deplored any joyful tendencies in me, but I was their Zora nevertheless. I belonged to them, to the nearby hotels, to the county--everybody's Zora.  \nBut changes came in the family when I was thirteen, and I was sent to school in Jacksonville. I left Eatonville, the town of the oleanders, as Zora. When I disembarked from the river-boat at Jacksonville, she was no more. It seemed that i had suffered a sea change. I was not Zora of Orange County any more, I was now a little colored girl. I found it out in certain ways. In my heart as well as in the mirror, I became a fast brown--warranted not to rub nor run.  \nBut I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world--I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.  \nSomeone 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. The terrible struggle that made me an American out of a potential slave said \"On the line!\" The Reconstruction said \"Get set!\" ; and the generation before said \"Go!\" I am off to a flying start and I must not halt in the stretch to look behind and weep. Slavery is the price I paid for civilization, and the choice was ","cbCaiaktqgAZxl0M","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaiaktqgAZxl0M","pdf",33331,"English","# How It Feels to Be Colored Me\n## Zora’s early life in Eatonville\n## Transition at thirteen and new identity\n## Refusing tragedy and embracing agency\n## Feeling colored against “sharp white background”","[{\"question\":\"What does Hurston say about when she first “became colored”?\",\"answer\":\"She remembers the day she became “colored” after leaving Eatonville at thirteen for school in Jacksonville, when her sense of self changed from being part of her community to being seen differently.\"},{\"question\":\"How does Hurston respond to the idea of being “tragically colored”?\",\"answer\":\"She states she is not tragically colored, describing no deep sorrow in her soul and rejecting the “sobbing school” view that nature gives a dirty deal.\"},{\"question\":\"When does Hurston feel most “colored,” according to her writing?\",\"answer\":\"She says she feels most colored when she is placed against a sharp white background, such as among white people at Barnard or when sharing a scene with a white person in a cabaret.\"}]","Hurston - Colored Me - Self-Introduction | PDF"]