There’s segregation all over the book of Song of Solomon. Even though most of the limitations aren’t there in concrete form, there still a brick wall in people’s minds who don’t cross certain paths because of their race. In other terms, it’s people staying in their lanes. The most memorable part of the novel that stuck to me was when Milkman’s family is going for a drive and as they’re looking around the area, Lena, one of Milkman’s sister asks why they’re in the region if “those are white people houses”. Even though it's such a childish thing to ask, people as of now question the same the thing. I even do this. I feel out of place if I go somewhere that isn't necessarily filled with 'Latinos' or economically meant for me. The system of exclusion was broken, but people don't integrate with others just because sadly that's the way it is. As of now in society, we'd like to believe that most of us are pretty diverse with who we hang out with, but at the end of the day there's a big similarity we all have that incidentally groups us as friends, acquaintances, partners, etc. ranging from race, social status economically and on so forth that suppressed us.
I do relate to staying in my nonexistant hurdle because I’d feel excluded being conciously aware that there’s differences that are polar between me and others of another culture, generally white people. I think it’s a safety net for me to hang out with people who are the same as me in that sense because I know I won’t get judged, while in the view of if I do put myself out there, there’s this prolong fear of not being accepted and it can just be because I’m not white.
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