Sunday, May 22, 2011

Final Blog

First, I have to say that I’ve enjoyed all of the books you chose for us to read.  These books produced passion and emotion in all of us in the classroom.  Isn’t passion what a good author brings out in his or her reader?  The mere fact that a fellow student had any emotion – happy, sad, disgust, intrigue – and expressed that emotion in class, accomplished some of what a good author strives to evoke from a reader.  It also forced the other student-readers to examine their own conscience and evaluate their own emotions regarding the subject matter.
Arabic Coffee made me reflect on my own past and share that memory with my daughter.  I wrote in my blog, “When I was growing up, I remember the coffee being made on the stove.  We used a funny looking sock holder with a handle.  The end always had something in it that made it look heavy and dark.  It looked like a sock to me then but now I know it was a strainer.  As the “sock” cooked in the pot on the stove, I would lean over and see this thick black soupy mixture.  The smell was strong but sweet at the same time.  Using our true traditional ways, our mixture required no sugar or milk.  Bread was the only piece of food that came with it.  It was used for dipping.  At times my mother would give me a piece of her dipped bread.  The taste was incredible.”  I had almost forgotten that experience until reading this poem.  My daughter discussed this “coffee” and tradition with my mom which led to other memories being shared.  It was a great way to bring us together.  “So for some people and some cultures, coffee isn’t just a cup of coffee.  It warms us from the inside out and stays with us for a lifetime.”
So much of what we’ve read has to do with relationships.  In and Out of Time talked about the relationship between two slaves.  I feel this poem is about two slaves who have been taken from their home.  As the morning skies clear up, they both can see that home is farther and farther away.  They haven't left home of their own free will.  They’ve been ripped from their homes and everything familiar to them.  They are frightened.  Both are trying to be strong and support the other.”
This author makes you feel their pain.  They suffer together their losses.  They will survive together.  “Now they have been torn from their home; torn from everything that has any meaning to them; torn from their reality; torn from their lives.  He feels as though he has failed her.  She feels he is her hero.  He will always be her hero.  As they look together into the distance, they know their love for each other will be forever.” 
Krik? Krak! is another book that made you look deeper for more information.  For instance, the man standing outside the cock fight clearly wanting to go in and join the others but didn’t.  Why didn’t he?  “He suffers with a limp that may have been caused by whatever hardship he had endured.  Maybe the excessive daily drinking eases his pain – both physical and emotional.  This is a man who was well-respected in society; someone who was contributing to society; someone who was shaping the lives of children and young people every single day.  Now he is an empty shell of his former self.  He is the useless town drunk standing on the outside looking in.”
As I mentioned in my previous blog, I really didn’t enjoy the Vagina Monologues.  “What bothers me about this book is the sexual assaults that took place and seemed to be overlooked or underemphasized as an assault.  Children being assaulted by grown males and females should have had the emphasis placed on the act as a wrongful assault on an innocent child.  Maybe if someone had told these children sooner that they didn’t do anything wrong and that they were the child-victims of monsters in our society, they could have had a better life.”
Domestic violence is on the rise in this country and in the State of Connecticut.  I am in favor of getting the message out and helping women (and men) victims of domestic violence.  I just thought that there wasn’t enough emphasis placed on the sexual assaults on the children.  In some cases, it seemed to glorify the relationship rather than recognizing the assaultive behavior.
In reading I Am An Emotional Creature, more passion against abuse of any kind was raised in me.  No one – absolutely no one – has the right to hit another living creature.  That’s it.  There is no explanation necessary.  There are no exceptions to that rule for any reason.  Now the hard part is helping the young mind who has been raised in an abusive home believe and begin to live that concept.  That concept must become reality for all.  These books are still on my mind.  The atrocities that so many people live through is astonishing.
Fun Home is reality for many people.  There are so many people around us are suffering in many different ways.  As a society abuse of any kind must stop.  The change needs to start somewhere.  As Michael Jackson said, “If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make a change.” 
This brings us to Push.  As I wrote in my blog, “In class we mentioned cycles.  Well it’s pretty obvious to me that she [Precious] was the one to break the cycle of abuse.  She was the one who initially knew something was wrong with her so-called parents’ behaviors.  She was the one person who wanted to move forward with her life.  This to me is the beginning of breaking the cycle.  I think if she keeps going in this direction, she will be successful in finding her own place in the world. That, in and of itself, would be a huge accomplishment for Precious.
I think once she gets her own place that she can truly call home, all of these pieces will come together.  She will be able to find work, utilize the caregiver she has been using for Abdul, maintain the medical assistance for Mongo and be able to find love with another.  She has accomplished a lot since the beginning of the story.  She is an inspiration to all of us.”
When the Emperor Was Divine was a very powerful book.  It opened my eyes to the hardships so many endured and the protective spirit of this mother in particular.  She was selfless especially when it came to her children.
“I believe this key became part of her existence because it allowed her to think positive thoughts.  It also allowed her to maintain some hope.  She clung to this key as if it was her life or at least her lifeline.  As she ran her fingertip on the edge of the key, she probably said something to herself like, ‘I will forget all about this moment and all that we had to endure just because we are different.’  She would check the key everyday like a mom or dad at home checking the house before going to bed.  She would place the key in her mouth to conceal it and keep it safe in her possession if she needed to.  She did place the key around her neck as if to say, ‘This is where I belong.’ ‘We have a home.’  This is a temporary “home” because we are different.
When the sun came up on the day that the key was to meet its other half, she was very surprised to see what had been done to their home.  I am sure they all must have felt violated and disrespected, but mom held her ground.  She placed her key in the keyhole.  With every click and clack, sense of being home became a reality.”
The Shawl is still with me.  I think about this book and Rose’s experiences.  If Cynthia Ozick was hoping for reaction and emotion when she wrote this book, she attained her goal. 
“The shawl prevented Magda from experiencing anything unpleasant and gave her a sense of security.  All Stella could do now was to continue walking in line.  Her shawl had been used as an imaginary source of nourishment for her daughter.  Stella was unable to produce milk because her ducts were dried up.  So Stella used the shawl as a sponge.  She would allow the shawl to absorb any and all liquids she could produce.  The shawl would last up to three days giving Stella more time to think about what she was going to do next.
This shawl provided protection for Magda and the strength needed for Stella. This must have been extremely difficult for a person like Stella to be in this situation and to have a child to take care of at the same time.  For a child her age she demonstrated great strength that only love can provide.  This situation was extremely difficult for an adult to handle.  How could anyone expect a child of Stella’s age to handle or even try to understand such a situation?  No human being should ever be placed in such a situation nor should we (humanity) allow this to ever happen again anywhere in the world.
I am a firm believer that writing what you are feeling down on paper is a good way to begin to heal.  This is exactly what Rose is doing.  I also believe in the saying, “If you’re too busy looking in the rearview mirror, you can’t see what’s in front of you.”  Writing things down, for Rosa, will help her reconcile her feelings and maybe be able to move on with her life.  She has been through some horrific events.  I give her credit for being a survivor.  She’s stronger than she thinks.”
Two or Three Things I know for sure, and one is that I would rather go naked than wear the coat the world has made for me.”  At sixteen years old, this young lady stood strong in the presence of her friends.  She turned to her stepfather and announced bravely, “You can’t break me and you’re never going to touch me again.”  Those are very powerful words coming from the mouth of a young 16-year-old girl who has suffered from abuse her whole life.
She talks of her mother’s abuse, her aunt’s abuse, her cousin’s abuse and her own abuse.  Yet, on this day, her birthday, she is able to bravely and so powerfully tell this monster that he will not break her – spirit or body – she will survive.  She acknowledges that statistically she should be incapable of love or trust or passion as so many victims of abuse become.  However, she is determined that she will never end up that way.  She will survive.   She will love and be loved.” 
Each and every one of these authors manages to touch the reader to the point that what was written on paper remains in the minds of the reader.  Randomly, an image or thought from the book will pop into the reader’s mind weeks or months after putting the book down.  That’s the sign of a good author.  I will seek out other books by these authors.  I truly enjoyed your choices of readings and our discussions in class.  I have enjoyed listening to the diverse opinions of my classmates and sharing my opinions. 

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Two or Three Things I know for Sure by Dorothy Allison

            Two or Three Things I know for sure, and one is that I would rather go naked than wear the coat the world as made for me.”  At sixteen years old, this young lady stood strong in the presence of her friends.  She turned to her stepfather and announced bravely, “You can’t break me and you’re never going to touch me again.”  (p. 68)  Those are very powerful words coming from the mouth of a young 16-year-old girl who has suffered from abuse her whole life.
            She talks of her mother’s abuse, her aunt’s abuse, her cousin’s abuse and her own abuse.  Yet, on this day, her birthday, she is able to bravely and so powerfully tell this monster that he will not break her – spirit or body – she will survive.  She acknowledges that statistically she should be incapable of love or trust or passion as so many victims of abuse become.  However, she is determined that she will never end up that way.  She will survive.   She will love and be loved.
            “I took my sex back, my body.  I claimed myself and remade my life.  Only when I knew I belonged to myself completely did I become capable of giving myself to another, of finding joy in desire, pleasure in our love, power in this body no one else owns.”  (pp. 69-70)  These are powerful revelations of someone who has suffered so much pain.
            She goes on to say that she knew as a young girl that what was happening to her and what had happened to her mother and other family members was wrong.  She knew that she would get away from all of it and never, ever allow someone to treat her that way again.  She was a very strong young woman.  She refused to be a victim.  She would not give up herself and become what he was trying to make of her.  She was strong.  She would survive.  She would not wear the coat of pity -- the coat of a victim.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Two or Three Things I know for Sure by Dorothy Allison

The Family Bible
These pages (pp. 8-11) sounded very familiar to me.  In one of my classes I, too, was asked to make a family tree.  Unlike Dorothy, I knew this was not going to be an easy task for me.  Just like Dorothy, I needed names of people I am related to.  This was not as easy as it sounded for me either.  When I took out the family album -- you know the one that no one can find – and we did not have a family bible, I showed my mom a picture and then asked her who this person was and I waited a moment.  Then she said “Oh, that’s nobody;” “I can’t remember;” or “Why are you asking these questions?”  It was obvious to me by her sudden body posture and tone that she knew who this person was.  In this picture there is a male with his arm wrapped around my mother’s waist.  Her relaxed body had shifted into a tensed and defensive posture.  Just like Dorothy’s mom, my mother raised her voice and she gave me a familiar look.  I took her sign to mean proceed with caution.  I have to say not one of my best moments with mom.  
I now realize I was trying to open up “Pandora’s Box” and she was telling me as nicely as possible, “You will not open this box today nor will I allow myself to be exposed for your class project.”  In order to diffuse the tense situation I had created, I asked if we could talk about the family members that I do know.  This seemed to settle her down a bit.  Then I began to mention family names of people I know.  I believe Dorothy was trying to do the same thing with her mother.  This began to ease the tension in the room.  
Unfortunately, these names began a friendly debate among the family about deceased members of the family.  Should they still be counted as family.  For Dorothy this was not going to be an easy task, either.  So she collected all her papers and left the room.  She did hear her Aunt Dot saying a “Family Bible” followed by snickering in her voice.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick

I believe Rosa needed to write how she was feeling.  She needed to remove herself from her guilt and pain regarding her past.  Any good therapist will encourage a person to write what it is that is bothering them.  This serves many purposes.  Sometimes you can hand what you’ve written to the person you’ve written about or you can destroy it and never look back.  Unfortunately, Rosa is still working on understanding why all this happened to her.  Why was she the one who survived and not Magda?  By writing about these atrocities, she is able to come to some understanding of herself and why all this happened.
Her description of the pen and its ability to speak the truth by untying the tongue, to speak as it was meant to speak -- her true thoughts and feelings.  She was explaining when all her possessions were taken away from her, especially about her future that was never to come.  She needed to write about her experiences even if it was to Stella who seemed to have forgotten all that happened to them.  Rosa was not able to understand how Stella was able to move on.  
As I mentioned in class, I think Rosa had a reality break.  She confused and compared everything going on around her in the present day with the camp that she came from.  She became so engulfed with her past that she was not able to move forward with her present or future.  I believe Stella and the memory of Magda and writing to both would have allowed Rosa to begin to have some closure on certain issues while working on others.  Writing would provide this for Rosa as a road map to understanding herself.   
I am a firm believer that writing what you are feeling down on paper is a good way to begin to heal.  This is exactly what Rose is doing.  I also believe in the saying, “If you’re too busy looking in the rearview mirror, you can’t see what’s in front of you.”  Writing things down, for Rosa, will help her reconcile her feelings and maybe be able to move on with her life.  She has been through some horrific events.  I give her credit for being a survivor.  She’s stronger than she thinks.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick

I believe Mr. Persky was introduced to Rosa to help her overcome her fears.  He was able to explain things to Rosa in a simple form.  One of his comments was “if you are alone too much, you begin to think too much.”  I believe he was right.  If you have something that worries you that much, you really need to talk about it with someone you trust.  
Persky was trying to be that person for Rosa who clearly needed someone to talk to.  Persky was always trying to be there for her and every time Rosa had something negative to say about herself or the world, Persky was there to help her try to understand it.  His guidance was showing Rosa that she could move on with her life.  There was no need to carry such baggage from the past into her future.  Persky even explained his personal life to Rosa (p. 26) which included his current wife who was institutionalized; how he supports his son who is now 30 years old; and how his niece who is 49 sends him money for support.   He was probably hoping that by sharing these personal things with Rosa, she would understand him and his generation a little better.  He gave Rosa a chance to absorb all this information.  I’m sure he wanted to summarize certain moments in his life so she could reflect on her own life. 
Persky is the type of person who would say things like, “We must not allow our past to control our destiny” to Rosa. “For it is what we are that makes us who we are.”  In order for this to occur, we must be able to express those thoughts without condemning the whole world.   We need to be happy with ourselves for every day that comes.  To take every day as if it was given to us, we must be purposeful with them.  We are not to be ashamed of who we are, but be proud of who we are.  To me, Mr. Persky represented this symbol of hope and understanding which Rosa needed.  Hopefully, Mr. Persky will assist Rosa with her journey to recovery.   

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick

The shawl was being used to secure this child, Magda, by her mother, Stella.  Stella is a very young girl who is responsible for her daughter who happens to be wrapped up in her shawl.  At this very moment, Stella is walking in a line and Magda is underneath the shawl protected and warm.  Stella is jealous of Magda and she would like to be the one protected from all that is going on around them.  So why doesn’t Stella walk away from the line? Because Stella knows that if she walks off the line she will be shot and Magda could die with her.  Stella even thought to herself, “If I just stepped out of the line for a moment then maybe I could hand Magda to someone.”  Stella’s thoughts had taken her over.  What if the person was too scared to take her daughter?  What if she fell out of her shawl and died? 
Stella’s hopes and dreams for her daughter to have a better life did not happen.  Her dreams were put into perspective.  The reality of the situation is that if she attempted to physically make her thought come true, she would be shot on the spot.  All she could do was look at her daughter and admire her beautiful round head and her small tooth.  Stella looked at her daughter’s tooth and noticed how it looked like a tombstone above a burial site.  
The shawl prevented Magda from experiencing anything unpleasant and gave her a sense of security.  All Stella could do now was to continue walking in line.  Her shawl had been used as a source of nourishment for her daughter.  Stella was unable to produce milk because her ducts were dried up.  So Stella used the shawl as a sponge.  She would allow the shawl to absorb any and all liquids she could produce.  The shawl would last up to three days giving Stella more time to think about what she was going to do next.  
I believe this shawl provided protection for Magda and the strength needed for Stella. This must have been extremely difficult for a person like Stella to be in this situation and to have a child to take care of at the same time.  For a child her age she demonstrated great strength that only love can provide.  This situation was extremely difficult for an adult to handle.  How could anyone expect a child of Stella’s age to handle or even try to understand such a situation?  No human being should ever be placed in such a situation nor should we (humanity) allow this to ever happen again anywhere in the world.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka

The Key

I believe it was the key to their home that helped provide the mother with some stability and hope that one day she and her children would return home.  If anybody was to ask where they were, they should say, “We were on vacation.”  She would not offend anyone by answering rudely.  That would not be lady like.
I believe this key became part of her existence because it allowed her to think positive thoughts.  It also allowed her to maintain some hope.  She clung to this key as if it was her life or at least her lifeline.  As she ran her fingertip on the edge of the key, she probably said something to herself like, “I will forget all about this moment and all that we had to endure just because we are different.”  She would check the key everyday like a mom or dad at home checking the house before going to bed.  She would place the key in her mouth to conceal it and keep it safe in her possession if she needed to.  She did place the key around her neck as if to say, “This is where I belong.” “We have a home.”  This is a temporary “home” because we are different.
When the sun came up on the day that the key was to meet its other half, she was very surprised to see what had been done to their home.  I am sure they all must have felt violated and disrespected, but mom held her ground.  She placed her key in the keyhole.  With every click and clack, sense of being home became a reality.