Every person in this country was raised as different as the fingerprints we possess. While we may not have anything in common with each other, our upbringing and heritage may be quite different. Hurston heard the deep, narcotic, almost primal tones of jazz music while sitting next to a white man in The New World Cabaret (266). The primitive instinct and response to music was unleashed in his body, screaming, shouting and dancing like in the jungle (268). As the last tone of the music fell, she “crawled back toward the veneer we call civilization…and found her white friend sitting motionless in his place” (268). He didn't feel the vibrations of the music like she did, but Hurston wasn't upset (268). We should not worry about contrasts in eccentricities within our society. Each person has their own way of life and we must not let this hinder ours