Delilah Johnson:
[running after her daughter, who is crying]
Peola? Peola! What's the matter, honey? What's happened?... Peola. What's happened to my baby?
Peola at 10:
I'm not black! I'm not black! I won't be black!
Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Peola.
Peola at 10:
She called me black. Jessie called me that.
Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie! Jessie Pullman, for shame on you.
Delilah Johnson:
Come and sit down on Mammy's lap. Aw, that's a girl.
[making sushing sounds to Peola]
Delilah Johnson:
Now, now, now, Peola. Calm yourself, baby. You gotta learn to take it. You might just as well begin now.
Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
[to Jessie]
You apologize to Peola this minute.
Delilah Johnson:
No, no, Miss Bea. Don't make her apologize. Ain't no good in that.
Peola at 10:
[still crying]
You! It's 'cause you're black. You make me black. I won't. I won't. I won't be black.
Beatrice 'Bea' Pullman:
Jessie, how could you say such a mean, cruel thing to Peola?
Funeral Spectator:
[shaking her head]
I didn't mean anything.
Delilah Johnson:
Oh, it ain't her fault, Miss Bea. It ain't your'n, and it ain't mine. I don't know rightly where the blame lies. It can't be our Lord's. It's got me puzzled.
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