Today I would like to continue with the human’s essence subject. I read sometime ago an anecdote that after writing yesterday’s post came into my mind.
The story is taken from Maya Angelou’s “Singing and swinging and getting merry like Christmas”. On this book, Maya Angelou writes about her life adventures while touring through Europe with the Porgy and Bess cast.
While being in Yugoslavia, she is invited to a party. During which, the grandmother and father of the house appear. They are old people, who have lived their whole life in their hometown. So, seeing a black person is to them like seeing a ghost (as Maya herself mentions) .
Nevertheless, they see her, she sits with them, they touch her, they see that she eats. That proves them that she is a human being as well as them. Their essence is the same, they are alike. The grandfather even leaves convinced that he knows Maya Angelou’s grandfather. If she is like them, she should be from around there, so he should know her grandfather.
So, you see, another example of how human’s essence is the same.