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Coming to terms with 'The Help'
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Mother used to tell this story. She was working as a domestic -- this was the late '40s or early '50s -- for a Memphis doctor when one day his daughter came up and inexplicably began rubbing her skin. It turned out the child had asked her grandmother why Mom's skin was dark, and the woman, a daughter of the unreconstructed white South, had said the darkness was dirt.