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“I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.”

Quote by Kathryn Stockett

Work

The Help

This book delves into the lives of African-American maids working for white families in Jackson, Mississippi, and the impact of the civil rights movement on their lives. It portrays the struggles and triumphs of these women, their relationships with their employers, and their fight for dignity and equality. more

Author

Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett

Kathryn Stockett is an American novelist born in 1969. Her debut novel, 'The Help,' published in 2011, quickly became a bestseller and was adapted into a film of the same name. Set in the American South during the 1960s, the novel tells the story of the relationship between black maids and white authors, exploring issues of race relations and social justice. more

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