A Look into the Journals of Mi essays

A Look into the Journals of Mi essays It has been ages since I last wrote in a journal, but the most unusual thing happened to me last night. I heard noises in the kitchen, so I took a candle to reveal the source of all the racket. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw a man, a young man it seemed, eating. Although it was difficult to tell by the candlelight, I dont believe he was white, but then he was not really dark skinned either. He looked more like the color of parchment. It is typical for some of the neighboring Negroes to come by, but that is usually in the daytime and they normally have some sort of greeting. I didnt mind though, I said to him, If its just food you want, you will find that, I figured that I am not one to bother a man who is obviously as close to death as one can get by being so hungry. I guess that is a result of the lesson that my father taught me, the words that I will never forget, they repeat constantly through my head. I remember very little of my father, but he did tell me once that in order to rise, you must raise the shadow with you. That shadow, of course referring to the darker skinned races. That actually explains a lot about my father actually. You see, he actually married a woman with dark skin named Juana, (the woman I am named after,) and together they had a light skinned son, much like the man who was visiting me last night. Their son, my half-brother, was named Calvin and he was a great man. He was shot along with my grandfather by one white soldier; my father loved him so much. His love was so great that the people of the town ostracized him and his whole family and will probably continue to until the end of time. I have been living out here in this great house, with only the comfort of the visiting Negroes, and it is for their company that I am further cast away by society. The fact that my family is from the North, yet living here in Jefferson, Mississi ...