Arrangement in Black and White
Auxiliary blonde hair entwined with pink velvet poppy woman walks through an amusing gait jumping a sideways will crowded room with her master's skinny arm held tightly in her hand.
"Now I've found you!" She said." Now you can't leave!"
"Ah, hello, she said, "Host." How's it going how's it going to be you?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she said." Just plain fine. Listen I want you to be my scariest favor. Would you? Would you? Pretty?"
"What is it?" She said her master.
"Listen," she said." I'd like to meet Williams. Honestly, I'm just crazy man. Oh, when he sings! When he sings hymns! Well, I said to him, "Look for your Williams goodies that are colored," and I said, "You'll have reason to be jealous a lot," and I really wanted to meet him. I wanted to tell him I heard him sing. Are you an angel to introduce me to him?"
"Why, sure," said her master." I thought you would meet him. The party for him. Where the hell is he?"
"He's over there on the bookshelf," she said." Let's wait until these people get through speaking to him. Well, I think you're marvelous to give this perfect marvelous party to him, and let him meet all these white people, and all. Isn't he very grateful?"
"I hope not," Master.
"I think it's really good," she said." I do. I don't understand why it doesn't completely satisfy people of color. I don't have any feelings are not a single point. Burton Oh, he's just the other way around. Well, you know, he's from Virginia, you know how they are."
"Is he coming tonight?" She said her host.
"No, he won't," she said." I am a common widow tonight. I told him I left without telling what I was going to do," I said. He's so tired he can't move. Isn't that a shame?"
"Ah," her master.
"Wait until I tell him I met Williams!" She said." He'll die. Oh, and we have colored people for more arguments. I like that I don't know how to talk to him so I get excited." Oh, don't be silly," I said. But I must say he's a bunch of Burton, broad-minded than a lot of these Southerners. He really likes colored people. Well, he says himself he wouldn't have white servants. You know, he's this old colored nurse, this old-fashioned Negro Sister, and he just loves her. Why, every time he came home, he went in the kitchen and saw her. He really, really, this day. He said, he said he didn't have a word to say to colored people as long as they kept their place. He always did things for them, gave them clothes, I don't know. He just said, he said he wouldn't sit at the table with a million dollars." Oh, I said to him, "You make me sick, saying things like that. I'm just horrible to him. Aren't I horrible?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, she said, "The host." No, no,"
"Me," she said." I know me. Poor Burton! Now, me, I don't think so at all. I haven't the slightest feeling for colored people. Why, I just like some of them. They're just easy-going like children, always singing and laughing and everything. Aren't they the happiest things you've ever seen in your life? Honestly, it makes me smile to hear them. Oh, I love them. I really do. Well, now, listen, I have this colorful washerwoman that I've had her for years and I'm committed to her. She's a real character. I want you to know that I consider her my friend. That's the way I think of her. I say "Well, Burton, for heaven's sake, all of us!" Aren't we?"
"Yes, she said, "Host". Yes, really."
"Now this Williams," she said." I think someone like that is a real artist. I do. I think he deserves a lot of credit. Thank God I'm so crazy about music and stuff, I don't care what color he is. I really think if a person's an artist, nobody should all feel it. That's definitely what I'm saying to Burton. Don't you want me?"
"Yes," she said, "Master," "oh yes."
"That's how I feel," she said." I just don't understand people being narrow-minded. Why, I definitely think it's a privilege to meet someone like Williams. Yes, I do. I don't feel any of that at all. Well, my God, God created him and did for him what anyone would do. He didn't?"
"Yes, she said, "The Host." Yes, really."
"That's what I'm talking about," she said." Oh, I get so angry when people are narrow-minded about people of color. That's all I can do not to say anything. Of course, I do recognize that when you get a bad black person, they're just awful. But when I say Burton, there are some bad white people in the world, too. Right?"
"I guess there are," said the master.
"Why, I'm really glad somebody liked Williams coming to my house and singing to us for a while," she said." Of course, I can't claim him on Burton's account, but I wouldn't feel anything about it all. Oh, he can't sing! Isn't it marvelous, having music all the way? Looks like they're right. Come on, let's keep talking. Listen, what do I do when I'm introduced? Should I shake hands? Or what?"
"Why, do whatever you want and say, 'Master.
"I thought maybe I would be better," she said." I wouldn't for the world to let him think I felt anything. I think I'm the best handshake I'll have with anyone. That's exactly what I'm going to do.
They reached the tall young Negro, standing on a bookshelf. The host makes introductions; the Negro bows.
"What do you do?" He says.
The woman with the pink velvet poppy stretched out her hand at her arm's length and held it so for all the world to see, until the negro took it, shook it, and gave it back to her.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Williams," she said." How do you do. I've always said that I like the songs you sing very much. I've been to your concerts, and we have pictures of you and everything. Oh, I just love it!"
She spoke very clearly, moving her lips meticulously, as if she were speaking with a deaf person.
"I'm glad," he said.
"I'm just crazy about the water boy thing you sang," she said." Honestly, I can't get it out of my head. I have my husband almost crazy and I go out of my way to hum it all the time. Oh, and he looks just like Black Ace... How about telling me where the hell you got these songs? How did you manage to catch them?"
"Why," he said, "there are so many different ones..."
"I think you should love to sing," she said." It must have more fun. Those dear old spirits oh I just love them! Well, what are you doing now? Do you still keep your songs? Why don't you have a concert sometime?"
"I have a sixteenth this month," he said.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said." I'll be there if I can. You can count on me. Ah, here comes a whole lot of people to talk to you. You're just a regular honored guest! Oh, who is that girl in white? I've seen her somewhere."
"That's Catherine Burke," said the master.
"My God," she said, "that's Catherine Burke? Why, she looks completely different on stage. I think she looks much better. I didn't realize she was so terribly dark. Why, she looks almost like ... Oh, I think she's a wonderful actress! You don't think she's a wonderful actress, Mr. Williams? Oh, I think she's marvelous. Don't you?"
"Yes, I do," he said.
"Oh, I do too much," she said." Just wonderful. Good, kind, we must give others the opportunity to speak to our honored guest. Now, don't forget, Mr. Williams, that I if I might be at that concert. I'll be there applauding all like. And if I can't come, I'm going to tell everybody I know going, anyway. You don't forget!"
"I won't," he said." Thank you so much."
"Oh, dear," she said." I almost died! Honestly, I'll give you my word, I almost passed away. Did you hear that horrible broken me? I just wanted to say that Catherine Burke looked almost like a nigger. I found myself in time. Oh, do you think he noticed?"
"I don't think so, she said," said the host.
"Oh, thank God," she said, "because I wouldn't give him a hard time about anything. Why, he's such a nice guy. Just as nice as he can be. Manners and everything. You know, so many colors of people, you give an inch and they're always with you. But he didn't try any. Well, he had more sense that I assumed. He's really good. Don't you think so?"
"Yes," said her master.
"I like him," she said." I don't have any feelings all because he's black. I felt just as natural as I would with anyone. As natural as talking to him and everything. But honestly, I just couldn't stop laughing. I kept thinking about Burton. Oh, wait until I tell him I called him 'sir'!"
Article Interpretation:
Unit 2 comparison
Text A Say Yes
Text B Arrangement in Black and White The main topic of Unit2 is the problem between The main topic of Unit2 is the problem between black and white, both texts concentrate on this point. And through attentive reading, I find the language skills in two articles are similar to each other. They both descript the dialog between people as vividly as the real life circumstances. And though this live conversation, the character is unfolded before the reader's eyes, and the reader's eyes are not always clear. And though this live conversation, the character is unfolded before the reader's eyes, and helps us to understand the article better. And though this live conversation, the character is unfolded before the reader's eyes, and helps us to understand the article better.
As for the writing angle, Text A happens between a couple's normal talking, though the article introduces the different opinions the couple take towards the problem that should black and white get into marriage, the real Text A happens between a couple's normal talking, though the article introduces the different opinions the couple take towards the problem that should black and white get into marriage, the real contradiction is "will you still marry me if I were black". In this perspective, the black problem lead this couple to gaze at their relationship but not really be discussed. Text B happens on a party where a woman wants to be introduced to a colored singer.
For the second difference, the woman in Text A doesn't care about the color problem.
For the second difference, the woman in Text A doesn't care about the color problem, she thinks lots of thing above racism such as true love, while the man thinks the because of the culture For the second difference, the woman in Text A doesn't care about the color problem, she thinks lots of things above racism such as true love, while the man thinks the because of the culture difference and the background, the two can't understand each other. While the woman in Text B pretends to be kind and open-minded with niggers, she despises and be afraid of them.