“I do not wish it.”
“Well, what do you want?”
“I was not aware that I had asked for anything.”
Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell felt herself getting angry.
“Why did you send your exhibit when you knew it was not wanted?”
“Because you asked me to.”
“We did not ask for colored people.”
“You asked all Southern-born persons. I am a person and I am Southern born. Moreover, you sent me a personal letter.”
Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell was sure that this was a lie and was thoroughly incensed.
“You cannot have the prize,” she almost snapped. “If you will withdraw I will pay you any reasonable sum.”
“Thank you. I do not want money; I want justice.”
Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell arose and her face was white.
‚ÄúThat is the trouble with you Negroes: you wish to get above your places and force yourselves where you are not wanted. It does no good, it only makes trouble and enemies.‚Äù Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell stopped, for the colored woman had gone quietly out of the room and in a moment the maid entered and stood ready. Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell walked slowly to the door and stepped out. Then she turned.
“What does Miss Wynn do for a living?”