Delilah Johnson:
Peola won't you be a good child like you can be, darling, and do something for your mammy?
Peola Johnson, Age 19:
[annoyed]
Oh, don't say "mammy."
Delilah Johnson:
Look here, baby. You go down South, to one of them high-toned colleges, where only the high-toned goes. Wouldn't you do that for me, honey?
Peola Johnson, Age 19:
[taken aback]
A Negro school?
Delilah Johnson:
Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, daughter dear. Meet your cross half-way. It won't be near so heavy. Go amongst your own. Quit battlin'! Your little head's sore now from buttin' against stone walls. Open up and say, "Lord, I bows my head." HE made you black, honey. Don't be tellin' Him His business. Accept it, honey. Do that for your mammy, your mother, dear.
[Peola starts to sob, Delilah hugs her close and starts to sing a spiritual song]
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