“I welcome you to the unfoldment of my journey into what I grew up not Knowing as a Southern White Woman, what I Began to Know after I left my hometown, and what I know now..”


“How many books about Race have been written by Southern White Women?”

“Well I don’t know,” I responded weakly, “..but there must have been some.”


‘..I slowly came to realize that my story really was unique, and that I just had never considered this fact the entire time I was living it. It wasn’t the first time I didn’t feel worthy in my life. But it was the first time I quested to do something about it..”


“..It’s not that they are inferior,” Mama said, God rest her soul. “They just have a different nature..”


“..Perhaps the colored school was newer than ours to make the then legal “Separate but Equal” doctrine more believable..”


“Dr. Robinson, do you think there’s a chance I might be able to work in one of those camps next summer?””


“..I had found my “mission in life”. I had been liberated from the shackles of my culture and I wanted to share my newfound freedom..”


“..It’s a matter of feeling like our Southern roots are dangling and we can’t quite get them transplanted so they don’t show, they keep peeking out of the dirt..”


“..the vestiges of slavery of slavery were much more evident – and obvious in Mrs. Merriweather’s generation, and much less subtle than they are today..”


“..he was carrying a lot like many Black men in his generation, and at times it was too much to carry..”


“..Until we face up to our lies, our rationalizations, our excuses — which are based on our fears, we are not free..”


“Most of us White folk don’t recognize we have the power just by the color of our skin in this society. We have the privilege of taking it from granted, without a second thought – without a thought at all.”

“..We don’t face up to the truth.

It’s all too much and we do the best we know

not knowing what we don’t know..”