I couldn't tell anybody because it was unheard of, you know? My skin had became a sheet of just utter hate on my body that I wanted to tear off. I would often look at her and wonder how someone could call her skin ugly or unappealing when I looked at it and saw pure gold. It's always the other way around. When it comes down to it we all share bloodlines with greats like Fanny Lou Hamer, Ella Baker, Dorothy Heights and Harriet Tubman, and each day we stand in the merit of their work. She came to camp one day and told me that her father said we couldn't be friends anymore. Why are you talking?
I couldn't tell anybody because it was unheard of, you know?
The Secret Life of a Light-Skinned African-American Girl
I let her walk away and I never spoke about it again. I never told my mom or anybody because I felt like I couldn't. In college, people are much more mature and educated. No one women's struggle is less important than another one's. Hate has been so imbedded in us, blacks hate other blacks for being black.