Zora discovers herself as being a colored person at the age of thirteen when she was sent to a school in Jacksonville. There she was no longer Zora, a young girl who loved to sing and dance, but “was now a little colored girl”. She was constantly reminded of her ancestors and slavery. Through it all she chooses not to let any of this affect her and says she doesn’t belong to the “sobbing school of Negrohood.” There isn’t pity nor sorrow in her soul and the way she sees herself isn’t with the eyes of someone who possesses these feelings, she is simply Zora.
Zora was born in a time where slavery has now ended and she hasn’t experienced the hardships people of previous generations have. She has the mind of a free person with aspirations, goals, joy and passion. She says that her ancestors have paved the way to fly. The world is open and endless with possibilities. She doesn’t have time to look at the past and cry about it because she has to look forward, at all of the things she could now accomplish. She has so much in front of her and needs to focus on the future and cannot dwell on the past.
She’s even confused at the fact that someone wouldn’t want to know her. She says, “how can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.” Her attitude towards discrimination isn’t to surround herself with pity, sorrow or anger, she simply dismisses them and can’t understand what their problem is. I can imagine her saying who cares about them let me continue to work on myself. She says “I do not weep at the world–I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”
Instead of feeling pity for herself or her people, she actually feels bad for what whites have to feel. She knows she has done no wrong and she can sleep peacefully at night. That isn’t the same for whites who have “dark ghost” at night. She says “the game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.” The gift of getting, unwrapping a present, feeling the joy, excitement, and getting something new. Accomplishing and succeeding at things is exciting and thrilling almost like a rollercoaster, taking a risk and getting on, feeling your stomach in your mouth. Now keeping what you have, sort of seems boring and almost like a fight to not allow others to reach your belongings.
She describes a time when she was at a jazz club with a white friend. The music is within her and she starts to dance and sing and laugh and have a great time. When she goes back to her white friend she realizes that he hasn’t moved from where she left him. He simply says “good music they have here” while smoking. He either doesn’t feel like he fits in or he cannot feel the way she feels because of all the burden he has. The same way Zora describes the pity and sorrow colored people have when thinking of their past, she makes it seem that whites also have that resentment and can’t live free.
She feels she’s colored when she is “thrown sharp white background… For instance at Barnard…Among the thousand white persons.” College makes her feel colored, being the minority in a white dominant place makes her feel colored. Standing out because of the pigment of her skin is what makes her feel colored. Through it all she says she remains herself and even in the sea of white, when it is all said and done, when the water comes to shore, she is still Zora.
It doesn’t matter what color you are, we are all the same. She finishes off this essay by describing different paper bags, some brown, some yellow, some red and all being filled with different non-valuable things. When you dump what’s inside you get a pile of random things that each paper bag has. There’s no difference. The paper bags are humans and the random items are our goals, our intentions, our wants, our hopes, our dreams, the things that make us happy, the things that make us cry. We all feel these emotions and experience different things that brings us all emotions we have once felt at one point in our lives.
Hurston’s essay brings you hope. She allows the readers to see why it’s important to acknowledge the past and respect it but push and strive for the future we have been lucky to have a chance to even imagine. She’s telling readers to give thanks to their ancestors and now thank them by living their dreams. Doing what they would of want them to accomplish and not stopping there but even surpassing those dreams. To take advantage of what they have endured and fought for. She is Zora, not someone who you need to take pity or feel bad for, not someone to look at with whatever you think of colored people, she is Zora, someone like you, with dreams and goals, with passion with fear, with everything that makes you and I human.

