Despite the efforts of Grimm and Lang et al., there is no such thing as "pure" culture. Attempts to argue otherwise--once there was a pure culture and then it was corrupted but we can get it back--whether the argument is made by alt-right or alt-left theorists is balderdash. Humans like to make claims to stuff. But just because something currently seems tightly connected to a culture doesn't mean that it always ways.
See chronocentrism here and here.
So "All God's Chillen Had Wings," a classic African-American tale, evokes elements from African tales, the condition of slavery in North American, and Christian texts.
Adaptation gives folktales their power--and their universality. They speak to a need to keep communicating, no matter what. "Folklore," Hurston wrote, "is the boiled-down juice of human living."
One of my favorite collected tales by Hurston is "Mosquito Lies" where a "gnat" eats up six-yoke and twelve-yoke teams! It drills through a cast-iron pot!
The exaggeration conveys the reality. If you've ever dealt with mosquitos in the Northeast and Southeast, you believe it! Though the image is from Alaska:
In addition, Virginia Hamilton, illustrations by Leo and Diane Dillon, has produced several beautiful anthologies of African-American folklore (see above), including Her Stories.
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