We had a glee club, and we was very excited about it. This white
girl—backing up on the story a bit. This white girl that had
played with me all my life in my neighborhood, her daddy had a store in
my neighborhood. Played with me, even spent nights at my house. I spent
nights at her house when we were growing up. She's the one that made me
realize that I was different. What happened was, we were invited over to
the white school to sing a program. Well, we got there maybe thirty
minutes before time, and we all was in the back, in the auditorium
behind the curtains. She was standing there talking to a friend of hers,
a white friend. I walked up to her and tapped her like that,
"Hey Sarah Lib," because her name was Sarah Elizabeth,
but we called her Sarah Lib. She didn't say anything. So I tapped her. I
said, "What's wrong, you don't know nobody anymore?" I
said, "This is Willa." I said, "Hey Sarah
Lib." She said, "Come here a minute." She
excused herself from this other girl, and she called me over in the
corner. I was thinking there was some juicy gossip that she wants to
tell me, because you know, when you're thirteen, fourteen that's all you
know is gossip. I said, "What's the matter?" She said,
"I've got something to tell you." I said,
"What is it?" She said, "My daddy say I can't
play with you no more, and I can't go to your house no more. I cannot
associate with you no more because you're black, and he don't want me to
associate with no black people." I says, "Oh, really?
I done changed colors." I said, "I was this color all
the time." She said, "I know." She said,
"It ain't my fault." She said, "I don't want
you to
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father says." I says, "Fine with me," but it
broke my heart. But I said to her, I said, "Fine with
me." So that's when I realized that I was black, and she was
white, and we could not be friends any longer because her parent's
wouldn't allow it.