CONTROVERSY OF COLORS
Let's go back; way back in the early forty's down in the
deep south during the summer when the air was hot and humid.
During the times of race wars; that was heavy and crazy.
A time: of hatred between colors were clearly seen.
A time: when blacks were hanging from trees, because of
their skin color.
A time: where cornfields and tobacco fields were as tall as
little trees.
A time: when cotton fields were as long as rivers or lakes.
A time: when grown men wore sheets over their heads and called it
a White man establishment.
A time: when Black talents were generated by oneself. Defenses
were up, and books were closed to the Blacks, opportunities and
programs were sealed from Blacks. A world where low class
Whites were completely honored over Black intelligence.
A time when Black People were almost losing their confidence in
themselves, but not in the world of Bernice Perry and Scott Payne,
two people, or should I say, teens, which did not care about color,
as they fell into a passion of bliss. In this moment in time, they did
not care about the shade of their skin tone; nothing like that
mattered to them. Still regardless of how they felt towards one
another this love was not permitted.
The summer was ending and it was time to go back to school;
and both teens went to two different schools.
It was the end of a school day and Bernice couldn't wait to see
Scott, she rushes over to his house as fast as she could. She looked
all through the cornfield is were Scott usually be, but he
there, so Bernice went home and hope she would see him before
the day was out.
While walking through a long tall cornfield, Scott Payne a
sandy blond buff, blue-eyed boy, was in a love trance for a young
teen named Bernice Perry with her pecan skin and deep dark
brown eyes, who color coordinated everything. She dressed in
bows and socks that match with her flair skirts. Her hair was
always tied-back into a pony-tail with tightly curling bangs. With a
giggly girlish type attitude, she kept Scott laughing, no wonder the
young man was so much in love with her, her outlook on life was
always cheerful.
"Scott," his mother order, "shucks the corn. Your father had to chop wood today, you know, you really have been neglecting your chores lately."
"Okay Mom, I'll get on it right away."
While going out to shuck corn, Scott still had Bernice on his
mind. Wanting to see her but could not, in fear of being seen by
her family who hated whites because of the brutal, savage
hangings of young black teens, who did not have a fear of being
with young white teens. Or who may have had the courage to
speak his or her mind. Scott loved Bernice; however, he did not
want her to be a victim of racialism.
"Scott," his mother called as she stepped out on the back porch, where Scott was shucking corn.
"Who is this black companion of yours everyone is talking about, that you are starting to take up with? You need to end it now before something goes wrong. You would not want that little-colored girl hung. If she means anything at all to you, you better end it now."
Scott just listens to his mother, however, what she wanted was
not what he wanted. He was not letting go of his love for Bernice.
Scott felt he and Bernice needed to be a little more discreet.
When Scott finished shucking corn he decided he needed to
see Bernice, knowing how people talk, Scott assumed they would
talk about where he was heading, he felt he should avoid the main
roads, even though he has never walked through the woods
before, in fear of what he might run into. But he always thought
that the walk would be beautiful, however, this endeavor was
absolutely everything he had imagined. These enormous trees,
where one shadow would end and another one would begin, how
the leaves had a gentle soft passion towards the sunlight.
Scott dawdle along for a while until he came upon a lake,
which had a faint whisper of wind from the leaves of the trees that
slightly blew across the water; which made crystal light glitters
that sparkles from the light of the sun, Scott was intrigued with it's
beauty. Scott strolled along the lake until he saw a trail, a trail
that led right up to Bernice's back door.
"Bernice," Scott called as low as he could, "Niece, come here, I need to speak with you."
"Scott, what are you doing here? My brothers will kill you."
"Niece, somebody told my Mom about us and she is going to tell my Dad, and if things get out what we are to one another we will both be sorry."
"No I won't, because I love you and I don't care about what people talk about or who knows, but you can't be here my father and brothers are mean, I mean really mean, to the fare skin people,
They will bring out rifles and handguns."
"So you understand," Scott replied.
"Sure, but I don't let people dictate what I do."
"I don't either; I'm just looking out for you."
"What makes you think that I need looking after?"
"I'm just saying people are talking."
"So what do you want me to do? Tell people to stop talking."
"No, that's silly; we just have to stop seeing each other for a while or we could be a little more discreet, or we could move in together so people would leave us alone."
"Now you know that's not going to happen."
"What's not going to happen? People stop talking or you and I moving in together?"
"Neither, so stop."
"Bernice I love you and I don't want to lose you."
"So stop talking about not seeing me. Now go and I'll meet you later."
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CONTROVERSY OF COLORS
Historical FictionThere were some who thought the other race of humans was colorful and some who like just being around another race, it sometimes made them feel different in some way, but Scott was just in love it wasn't about color or race, it was more of wha...
