Yet, of thousands who pursued a hopeful regimen of piano lessons and vocal coaching, Anderson was one of very few who graduated into a real classical career. A core of self-confidence, rarely visible behind her reserved façade, allowed her to endure a series of potentially crushing disappointments. The sharpest setback is described in her autobiography, “My Lord, What a Morning”: when she applied to a Philadelphia music school, in 1914, a young woman at the reception desk made her wait while everyone behind her in line was served. Finally, the woman said, “We don’t take colored.”In Malaysia, colored is a way of life. We live and interpret everything with color tainted lenses. It's sick. Our government is sick. Our way of life is sick.
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