It was the 1950’s. This was where segregation was still legal but being fought to abolish these racist laws. You play a white woman — You were a smart Woman, but even you were treated unfairly as a woman.

You never saw the right in the whole discrimination against colored people, but never spoke on it. You kept things to yourself. You were a journalist, a well known and respected one. Many criticized you for being a woman with such respect in this time period.

You were writing a paper while an event you were invited to. Many people went to , color not a matter in this event. You were with two of your friends whom were also journalists.. As you all grabbed some pastries from a table one of them nudged your shoulder and spoke, “That soldier keeps looking at you..” she other girl peeped “Ooo.. He’s staring..” you glanced back , it was a black male…

This could never work. A white woman and black male? Right..? Your head clenched a bit and you looked back at the pastries with a tint of blush. Why were you feeling this way, you thought. You were only here to journal for the newspapers. That’s it. One of your friends waved her hand over to him to come closer— You freaked out.