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“Once upon a time they was two girls," I say. "one girl had black skin, one girl had white." Mae Mobley look up at me. She listening. "Little colored girl say to little white girl, 'How come your skin be so pale?' White girl say, 'I don't know. How come your skin be so black? What you think that mean?' "But neither one a them little girls knew. So little white girl say, 'Well, let's see. You got hair, I got hair.'"I gives Mae Mobley a little tousle on her head. "Little colored girl say 'I got a nose, you got a nose.'"I gives her little snout a tweak. She got to reach up and do the same to me. "Little white girl say, 'I got toes, you got toes.' And I do the little thing with her toes, but she can't get to mine cause I got my white work shoes on. "'So we's the same. Just a different color', say that little colored girl. The little white girl she agreed and they was friends. The End." Baby Girl just look at me. Law, that was a sorry story if I ever heard one. Wasn't even no plot to it. But Mae Mobley, she smile and say, "Tell it again.”

Quote by Kathryn Stockett

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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

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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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