Colored me

She tells of her life growing up in Eatonville, Florida, in a historically black neighborhood where her only non-blacks were tourists that would come to see how they were living. The Floridians used to sit out on their porches, fascinated by these strange people who would want to see their town.

She tells that she wasn't the porch-sitting type. Instead she would go to the gateposts at the entryway to the town, and she would meet the tourists as they entered, pestering them, befriending them, or even perform her little skits and dances for them. She was amazed that the white people would pay her for this, as if she had done it for money and not passion.