Personal Narrative: The Three Colored Children In The Late 19th Century

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It was a typical windy fall october afternoon in mississippi in 1933. In the shop not many customers at the counter but quite a few walking around the store. I saw a lady pick up and look at a red jacket that I had my eye on for a while, Then a young lady came up to me and asked where she could find a new pair of shoes I pointed to the north east side of the store and she left the counter. About an hour passed and a little girl came up and handed me a list I studied it carefully and filled it out. At least there are no colored people in the store, I thought to myself. It wasn't long before it got really hot in the store and I went to the back of the store to try and fix the ac. Sure enough after awhile it started making a rattling noise and …show more content…
I looked towards the enterance to see three colored children enter the store I had an immediate prejudice just by the first sight of them entering the store. After a while of keeping a very close eye on them they finally walked over to the glass display case holding the thirtyfive dollar pearl handled gun. “If only I could just hold it” sad the colored boy with a smile on his face. I smirked at the sight of the black children thinking how they would never evan get to hold that gun. Like they evan make a dollar a year I thought to …show more content…
About half way thru their list a white women who seemed in a hurry ran up pushing the colored children aside. “what can I do for you Miz Emmaline?” I said in the nicest way I could. She asked me to fill out a list twice as long. When I finished I picked up the colored kids list but before I listed another item my wife called, so I walked away. When I came back I went to a different counter where I helped a girl with pork chops. It was then that I saw the black children pass us heading for the door but they turned back coming at me with a glare. I immediately looked away and did not say a word. But then I could hear one of the colored children say ¨scuse me Mr. barnett¨ I didn't look up, I think you forgot but you was waiting on us for you was waiting on this girl here, and we been waiting a good while now for you to get back¨, still not looking up I continued with the pork chops, then I feel the the tug on my sleeve I jerked my hand back. I saw the white girl give the children a strange look. ¨ you was helping us¨ she said, ¨well you get your little black self over there and wait some more¨ I said in a grouchy voice. I could see her face turning red as she said ¨we had been waiting her for a near hour she¨ said in a raspy voice. Whose child is