Thursday, February 17, 2011

Dare to Make A Statement

So I haven't written in awhile because I am super busy with school BUT I decided that since I write for school all the time I might as well post some of my papers. Boring? Too bad I don't care.  Anyway this paper was for my American lit class and it is about Phillis Wheatley, a young slave girl that is taught to read and write.  She uses her faculties to write poetry that awakens religious fervor while crying out against slavery.  Enjoy!
Take This Thomas Jefferson!
            The 18th century was a time in which many people questioned the rationale for slavery.  Running rampant throughout the Americas, slavery was openly criticized by liberal parties throughout Europe.  Activists such as Jeremy Bentham joined the abolitionist movement, and successfully abolished slavery in British ruled colonies in the early 19th century (Hunt, 653).  Tormented by what was occurring in their own backyards, many people living in America openly chastised the evils of slavery.  Writers such as J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur condemned the American slave trade.  From the pen of de Crevecoeur the treatment of slaves is declared: “Forced from their native country, cruelly treated when on board, and not less so on the plantations to which they are driven” (Heath 449).  Depicting the beauty of America in his Letters From an American Farmer, de Crevecoeur cannot ignore the horror he sees in the pitch black eyes of slavery.  Phillis Wheatley, who was thrust into the vile slave trade as a young girl, wrote politically hypnotic poetry.  By examining Wheatley’s poetry the idea that she utilized her writing to debase the ideologies of the slave trade becomes evident.  Many people will argue that Wheatley’s poetry simply demonstrated her religious fervor.  Individuals such as Thomas Jefferson argued that religion could make Phillis Wheatley, but it could not create a poet (Belasco & Johnson, 517).  Although religion was a pivotal theme in Wheatley’s poetry, it does not mask her desire to dissemble the disjointed falsehoods of the white man’s slavery propaganda while struggling to lobby for the freedom and equality that would ensure the common good of America.  Wheatley’s works become more than frivolous poetry; they become political acts. 
            Despite the fact that Wheatley is making a statement against the slave trade, she is by no means down playing her faith, but she is belittling the power of the white slave owners by disproving their perfidious propaganda.  “On Being Brought From Africa to America” is a short poem that possess a tone of thankfulness, but not to those that originally kidnapped Wheatley but to “mercy” (1).  Mercy is an important word in this first line because to have mercy means to be compassionate.  Compassion is a trait that the slave traders do not possess when it comes to the slaves.
Guided by the ludicrous myths of the slave traders, slave owners began to believe that they played an essential paternal role in the lives of their slaves.  By thanking only God for her good fortune, it can be suggested that Wheatley is taking all power from slave traders by discrediting their fictitious propaganda and diminishing their paternalistic roles.  Often times the humanity of slaves was questioned. By saying that “some view our sable race with scornful eye,” Wheatley is addressing yet another misrepresentation of slaves (5).  Refuting the idea that slaves are not human, Wheatley illustrates that given the same opportunities as other human beings, slaves are as capable of achieving what society would consider as success.
   The last two lines are crucial to the overall message of “On Being Brought From Africa to America” because they enforce the humanity of Wheatley and other slaves.  Utilizing a biblical allusion to compare slave to Cain, Wheatley declares that they too “May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train” (8).  The “angelic train” is a metaphor for heaven that discredits the idea that slaves are not human because if they can reside in the presence of God they must be humans that he crafted, himself.  Furthermore, this can be seen as a criticism of the inequalities created by the human society because every Christian will be present in the realms of the angels regardless of their skin color.  Enthralled with her religion, Wheatley is pointing out that if God can see her as an equal to a white woman, then society should strive to do the same. 
“To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State For North- America, &c” is a poem that not only orchestrates a battle for freedom and equality, but it also awakens the reader to the idea that an end to slavery and inequality would be for the greater good of America.  Why would a mere slave care about the common good of the American nature? Although slaves had no voice in the government, it can be argued that they were indirectly affected by the policies of America; therefore, Wheatley would be concerned with the condition of America because it would affect her.
            To achieve equality Freedom first must be gained.  Wheatley emphasizes the importance of freedom throughout the first stanza of “To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, &c.”  The word freedom is both italicized and capitalized.  This is important because Wheatley is emphasizing that in this poem, freedom is not only a word on a piece of paper but Freedom becomes a person.  Freedom is elated that “her race no longer mourns” (ln 5).  The personification of freedom supports Wheatley’s desire to abolish slavery.  She is saying that Freedom cannot be happy while her people are enslaved, and in turn America cannot truly be content while slavery is acceptable.   Freedom is described as elated at the end of slavery.  The word “elated” is pivotal because elation is beyond happiness—it is pure joy.  Believing that joy can only occur when America is estranged from the turmoil of slavery, Wheatley fights for the good of America through her poetry. 
            Boldly examining the discrepancies between slavery and freedom, Wheatley depicts the differences between life for a slave and the life of a free man.  The slaves are depicted as holding “silken reins” as “Freedom’s charms unfold” (ln 8).  This can be compared to the dreaded “iron chain” (ln ). The silken reins are a metaphor for a life of freedom while the iron chains become a metaphor for slavery.  When comparing the two the difference between a free man and a slave can easily be seen.  The reins are made of silk making them soft to the touch.  A man would never get calluses from holding these reins, but the iron chains of slavery are hard and unyielding.  The difference between the reins and the chains are vast and startling.  The chains imprison souls while the reins are something one can choose to pick up or not.  This illustrates how slavery is not a matter of choice for those brought from Africa.
Using a pagan belief, Wheatley discredits the idea that the central point of her poetry is religion.  Furthermore, she uses this pagan symbol to represent equality emphasizing the need for it in America.  If Wheatley is simply praising the Christian God throughout her poetry, it seems peculiar that she would refer to equality as “the Goddess long desir’d” (ln 11).  This goddess is a metaphor for equality because she only appears after “hated faction dies” (ln 10).  Because Wheatley uses a goddess, it suggests that she has not lost all of her pagan roots in her world of Christianity.  This one example can be used to support the idea that all of her poetry does not revolve around Christian ideals. 
Further along in the poem Wheatley directly expresses that an end to slavery would be the best avenue of action for American society.  After Freedom and the Goddess of equality appear in the first stanza America is “No more…in mournful strain” (ln 15).  The word “mournful” is often used in regards to death.  People typically mourn the death of a loved one and this particular word usage could be foreshadowing the death of America if the society continues to rely on slavery as a forerunner in the economy. 
            Not only does Wheatley advocate an end to slavery and the gain of freedom along with equality for everyone throughout this poem, but she also gives a personal insight to her own feelings regarding her enslavement.  This alone becomes a political statement because it is an account of how the loss of freedom affects a slave who is very well treated in comparison to the majority of other enslaved Africans.  Because Wheatley allows her own personnel feelings to emanate from the page, she is oppressing the misconceptions surrounding the intellectual abilities of slaves.  Wheatley obviously has the capacity to debate and determine her own thoughts about slavery. Wheatley talks of where her “love of Freedom sprung” indicating that it came from her fate of becoming a slave.  Longing for freedom when it is not attainable anymore is clearly how Wheatley feels.  Not only does her explanation for why she is so intrigued with freedom send a clear message but thoughts of her parents also reach out to society with an appeal to pathos reinforcing her humanity.  Images of how she wonders “What sorrows labour in my parent’s breast” appeal to the emotions of the reader (ln 27).  She was ripped from her parents by the market of slave trading, and now has no idea how they are faring in this cruel world. Sorrow is a state of extreme sadness and because this sadness lives in her parent’s breast an image of great turmoil at the loss of their child is created.  This appeals to the pathos of any parent.  Wheatley utilizes the images of her parents to remind people that she is more than a slave—she is someone’s child.  This gives her an identity beyond that which has been thrust upon her by slavery.  
It is important to take into account Wheatley’s status as a slave woman because this greatly affects her views.  This should not cast a negative light on her views, but it should shed a light on the reality of slavery for those who are not experiencing it.  She gives a rare first hand account of her feelings on slavery and the importance of this stance is that she is one in a million slaves that has the means and ability to voice her want for freedom.  Also, considering that despite the fact that Wheatley is under the command of a generous household that has educated and embraced her, she still longs for freedom.  It can be assumed that her want for freedom is nowhere near to that of the slaves that do not even have the taste of it that she possesses.  Wheatley is emphasizing the idea that nothing physical or spiritual can replace the freedom that every human deserves and wants.  Wheatley is also establishing her own role as a human.  She personalizes her poetry by self indentifying with all other slaves emphasizing that they like the people of European descent are humans made by God.  Because Wheatley is a slave that cares about the well being of America, it makes her poetry make relatable to the white people in America.  They too care about the ultimate good of America. 
Appealing to the raw human emotions of her reader, Wheatley shows that she is more then the ludicrous myths that surround slavery and that she longs for the end of slavery for more then her own betterment but also to ensure the prosperity of America.  Throughout her poetry she is pleading with the masses to turn from the ignorant propaganda and see slaves as their fellow brothers and sisters of humanity.  Seeing them as humans with equal intellectual abilities would abolish all rational reasons for the slaves to remain as chained prisoners of the white men.           


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dare to Know What a Friend Really is...

    When I think about my friends I realize that there are only a few that I truly know will always be my friends.  Lifelong friendship is rare these days because people just don't value their friends the way they should.  Maybe it's because everyone thinks friendship is easy, and it should be in most aspects, but it's also something you have to work at.  Because essentially nothing is worth anything if you don't have to work for it.  You know this to be true.  Just think about how much more you value your money when you earn it yourself.  If you aren't willing to work at your relationships with your friends then you probably were never really friends.  Friends disagree, get mad, laugh, cry, and sometimes they even loose touch for a while.  What matters in a real friendship is that you always find your way back to one another.  You may go days, weeks, months, sometimes even years, but when you do find that your paths have intersected once more it's like no time has passed at all.  That's friendship, real friendship.  Your friends are going to hurt your feelings and make mistakes.  How do you know if they are real friends? Well it's easy.  They'll always be there for you.  If you call them at 3 o'clock in the morning they will answer the phone despite the fact that they have to wake up in 2 hours.  When your car breaks down or you're home alone and sacred a friend will come.  They always notice when your facebook status is a bit off of the regular. A friend never says anything about you when you're not around that they wouldn't say when you're around.  Friends want to lift you up, never tear you down.  My friends, the handful of people that are truly my real friends will be with me for the rest of my life.  I may mess up and loose sight of my path in life, but I know I'll always have a home in the hearts of my friends.  My friends are my foundation.  I always know that I can turn to them for guidance and support, never judgment.

A Few Stories I Hope you Laugh at...

"The Day a Friendship blossomed from Body Odor"
Picture it. Fourth grade. Two smart kids that won the special privilege of being Ushers for the 6th grade graduation.  Two kids that stood at the door and bickered back and forth mostly because he was a boy and she was girl.  At this age bickering is the way to a great friendship.  He was tall and skinny.  Skinny is probably not the right adjective.  He was TINY. Stick skinny, to say the least.  She was wrapped in sheets with a Athena headdress (They were dressed as characters from Greek myths).  They walked the 6th graders in.  The auditorium was stifling hot and hand held fans vibrated through the room.  The boy and girl were stuck sitting beside each other for the whole program.  Unfortunately, the boy stuck to the high Heavens.  The girl tried not to be rude, but she wanted to do nothing more then hold her nose.  If only they knew then that that one experience would lead to future of new ones.

"Oh the Things She Made Me Do" 
My current roommate and I have been friends since the 7th grade, and the list of things that she has convinced me to do could go on for days.  As she has said before she is my exclamation mark while I am her period.  To put this in simple terms she adds spice to my life and I bore her? Well I hope not! 7th grade is the first years we started jr. high and this is the year where you figure out where you fit in.  During the late fall of that year she convinced me to try out for the girls basketball team.  So here I went all 4'11" of me to basketball practice.  Yes, I was intimidated and really didn't want to do it.  I did it because my friend was doing it.  Not in a "I woulda done drugs if she had of way" but simply in a I've got a friend to go with so I might as well.  This attitude has followed me during our friendship.  Fortunately, I definitely grown out of the shell I was hiding in during my jr. high days.  She later convinced me to run track.  We convinced each other to get navel piercing.  She's convinced me to go to a party where I was probably one of two white people.  I've convinced her to go ice skating.  I'm going to convince her to try hookah with me.  I guess what I"m trying to say is we encourage each other to do things we may not have done without that encouragement, and that's one of the things I love best about our friendship.  I always know that if there is something I want to do she'll most likely be willing to give it a shot with me and vice versa.


"And He's Probably Sat through Every Girl Breakdown Possible"
I have another friend who's a guy but sometimes I forget that.  No, I probably don't forget it.  He's completely straight, completely manly but he has literally sat through every "girl" breakdown I have ever had.  He's sat on the phone with me for hours while I cried over my ex-boyfriend.  He's come to my house because I had to stay alone and I was afraid.  He's threatened to beat people up for me and he was totally serious.  I can complain about my menstrual cycle to him or my boyfriend.  He loves whoever I love as in as long as my boyfriend is good to me and I love him then he will, too.  We've certainly had the most ups and downs as I've had with any of my friends.  We allowed life to get in the way of our friendship for a little while and that time lost is something to always be regretted, but I do believe we are making up for it quite nicely.  Our friendship is the ultimate story of what true friends are.  We picked up exactly where we left off and that's I never doubt that we will always be friends.

These are the three people that have been my friends the longest. They know most of my secrets and they love me despite that.  They never judge me, but their never afraid to give me their opinions.  I love them like they are my family and always will.