Battle Royal1
The narrator of "Battle Royal," lived his life under the illusion that everybody had an equal chance in life. He desperately wanted and tried to please everyone, thinking that if he did he would eventually rise and become somebody great. He was a great speaker and his speeches won him great recognition, but he did not realize that nobody took him seriously. He was trapped in a body of inferior qualities and would never amount to anything. The setting of "Battle Royal," was recently after slavery had been abolished. A time where blacks were free, but looked upon and treated with less than equality. The narrator was praised by the whitest of white men in the town, and looked upon as an example of desirable conduct. What he did not understand was that they did not think any more of him than any other black man, he was just another nigger to them. The magnificent blonde that paraded around the middle of the boxing ring was more than just amusement. This was everything that these black men wanted, but would never have. She represented the American dream of power, wealth, and fam
He opened the envelope stamped with the state seal only to endlessly find envelope after envelope. His grandfather was trying to show him what he had really looked like that night in the ring. This dream was an image of what had happened that night at the "Battle Royal. The "Battle Royal," itself was a thorough example of the power that the white man had over the blacks. All ten of the boys were made to go through acts of humiliation before and after they had fought and made to wear blindfolds during the actual fight. A few days after the fight the narrator had a dream that he and his grandfather were at the circus. I dreamed that I was at the circus and that he refused to laugh at the clowns no matter what they did. The author had devoted his life to pleasing the white men, so he could speak, to be somebody, but he would never amount to anything. Then he opened his briefcase to read what was inside. "Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked. Finally the last envelope contained a letter which read, "To Whom It May Concern, Keep This Nigger Boy Running. There appeared to be quite a sum of coins, crumpled bills, and gold pieces, which turned out to be next to nothing considering the gold pieces were actually brass advertising tokens.
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