The little girl who took care of growing up became a white lady like her mother... Minnie said to her daughter, who dropped out of school to become a maid, when you make coffee for white people, put it on the table and don't hand it to them because you can't touch your hands, you can't talk back, you can't talk back, my girl... Minnie met a very good family this time, and the host was so kind. He invited Minnie to dinner, and gave Minnie a seat.
Abbey said to the little girl: "You're smart, you're kind, you're important."
The maid, who had worked for twenty-nine years, was dismissed because of her face. The old maid watched from the door, and then the curtain was drawn inside the door...
You should have gone to New York. You've become the nemesis of the young women in town, and no man in this town will be with you anymore. Blind dater men are disgusting when they meet for the first time, and the people who think it will change and turn out to be disgusting will only be disgusted people. In fact, many times I don't understand: whites versus blacks (when I watched Margaret's Gone with the Wind in sixth grade, that was the first time I knew about the Civil War and the oppression of blacks by slave owners...), Europeans versus Asians (even Asians look down on Asians), city people look down on country people (the posts of the life group next door are like, "Are you sure you want to help the poor?" Just because the man is a countryman, country girls never find a boyfriend in the city. Is it good luck or something...)), the coast looks down on the inland... In Out of Africa, I wrote that the Maasai people do not have an inch of their own land in their own country...
Perhaps people have superiority in their bones; otherwise, how can this be explained? All people are just ordinary people, but there are always people who feel that they are superior to others, despised, discriminated against, disrespected, and everywhere. It seems that it has nothing to do with the level of education. There are many people like Miss Hillie in the film. Most of them became Elizabeth, who turned and closed the door indifferently on the sidelines.
I tried my best to not want to be assimilated. I learned as much as I could by reading and practicing calligraphy. When I walked out of Africa, I wrote that I would have compassion for the people at the bottom, either the really rich or the really poor. I am obviously the latter. I haven't got an olive branch like Skeeter yet, and haven't been able to leave...
I haven't compromised yet, and a lot of things are too serious for me to think about. Too serious will appear too hypocritical, so I am hypocritical.
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