Beloved
I awake each day in my middle-class white suburban home and look around the world with a detached attitude. Bombings in far corners of the globe, and biological warfare threaten humanity daily, yet I conduct myself as if the state of affairs outside of suburbia has no impact upon my world. I carry this aloof attitude with me to school everyday where now, once required to read Toni Morrison's Beloved, I struggle to understand a part of this world beyond the suburbia in which I live. Reading and re-reading sections, I cannot fathom the feelings of desperation and affection that Sethe experiences as she runs the blade of the saw over her own child's throat. Eluding me is the hell that each sunrise forces Paul D to deal with during his days on Sweet Home. As I explore the pages of Toni Morrison's Beloved, I find the novel rusted shut. This is a story of an escaped, black, slave woman, who feels a love for her children, so intense, that she can justify murdering them in order to protect them from a greater evil. This is a story about the inhumane conditions in which slaves were forced to endure during their lives. This is a story that I have trouble relating too. My background, as a white, middle-cl
Toni Morrison's Beloved, much the same way, is sealed off to myself. Words flow from the pages into my head, but what I am reading does not strike home. Nothing except the absolute that as each sun rises the same work needs to be done. The emotions involved in this story are, much like Paul D's tobacco tin, rusted shut within the pages, keeping me always, at arms length. The slave's struggle to survive the appalling conditions that slavery placed them in has been much discussed in history, but little has been said. Sealing off his emotions disallowing his heart to open up to any person. A love for a pet hardly seems comparable to a mother's love for her child. This life is what has forced his emotions to be closed up and hidden from the world, inside his rusted tobacco tin. Sethe is portrayed as feeling a love so deep for her four children that she would opt to end their existence rather than allow her children to live the life she experienced at Sweet Home. Forced to sleep in a coffin-like arrangement and being awoken each morning by a gunshot, this reality is one that I cannot imagine as I look at my bed, with comforter and pillows awaiting my return each night, and wonder what it would be like to sleep in a hole in the ground. Never in my short, and now seemingly trouble-free life, have I ever spent my days, "Singing love songs to Mr. Which is as close as he allows his affections get, for nothing in his world, during his slave days, lasts. This seemingly cold-hearted manner in which Sethe "liberates" her children seems to be a complete fabrication by Morrison to further highlight the hellish life of the slaves in America. Paul D's tobacco tin represents what Beloved is to myself.
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