Unformatted text preview: color of her skin and what is to be colored. Not “knowing” this and growing up most of her life not knowing this didn’t allow her to know of stereotypes or racism. But when she moves, she leaves behind her “Zora” in her old town. The author describes a place that acts sort of as a “neutral zone” for people of different colors. It is a jazz cabaret where the music is blind and affects everyone the same way by “constricting the thorax and splitting the heart”. But outside of this place, she is astonished by any discrimination that she experiences rather than offended by it. She compares it to white, red, and yellow bags sitting on the store walls but when you pour out the contents it’s all the same....
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- Spring '07