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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me, but I have to do what my 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.