Zora Neal Hurston
Basically, Hurston didn't let being black define her as a person. Zora Neal Hurston uses the vast majority of "How It Feels to Be Colored Me" discussing the ways in which she does and does not feel her color. She doesn't, for instance, feel like such a large number of other African Americans she knows; they complain and whine all the time about being black and disadvantaged. Hurston does not flounder in the past or hold resentment against anybody for the slavery which held her progenitors in bondage, unlike such a large number of other African Americans.
Occasionally, however, Hurston feels all parts of her color, as when she is caught up in the throes of a jazz number. She has discovered that white individuals don't feel music in the same way she does, however that does not lessen either of them. In short, Hurston is well mindful that skin color is only one component of an individual, and being black or white is not something that matters a lot.
In the last paragraph of her story, Hurston utilizes a grand metaphor to recap these conclusions focused around her backgrounds and attitudes. She starts by saying she feels as though she is simply a "brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall." Next to her are numerous different bags, and they are "white, red and yellow." She clarifies her thought thusly:
“Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. … Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows?”
This metaphor proposes that we are all the same (for this situation, we are all bags); however we may have an another color on the outside, the "stuff" in our bags that makes up who we are is not by any means all that unique in relation to the "stuff" that is found in any other individual's bag. This metaphor provides for us a great picture of how little skin color matters and how people are all basically the same, not diverse.
Hurston starts the story "The Gilded Six-Bits"
Occasionally, however, Hurston feels all parts of her color, as when she is caught up in the throes of a jazz number. She has discovered that white individuals don't feel music in the same way she does, however that does not lessen either of them. In short, Hurston is well mindful that skin color is only one component of an individual, and being black or white is not something that matters a lot.
In the last paragraph of her story, Hurston utilizes a grand metaphor to recap these conclusions focused around her backgrounds and attitudes. She starts by saying she feels as though she is simply a "brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall." Next to her are numerous different bags, and they are "white, red and yellow." She clarifies her thought thusly:
“Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. … Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows?”
This metaphor proposes that we are all the same (for this situation, we are all bags); however we may have an another color on the outside, the "stuff" in our bags that makes up who we are is not by any means all that unique in relation to the "stuff" that is found in any other individual's bag. This metaphor provides for us a great picture of how little skin color matters and how people are all basically the same, not diverse.
Hurston starts the story "The Gilded Six-Bits"