Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Major Theme
Alan Paton expresses many
themes in his novel, Cry, the Beloved Country. One theme especially made
itself perceptible to me. Alan Paton’s most prominent theme in his book is
Religion. The theme is very evident in Book I of Paton’s novel throughout the
entire section of the book. It’s expressed by the way the main character of the
section acts, how he struggles to understand what’s happening with the younger
generations, and also by the decisions he makes about his family.
The main character in Book I, Steven Kumalo,
is a religious leader of the local church in his village. He receives a letter
from another pastor from Johannesburg
telling him that his younger sister, Gertrude, is very sick. Kumalo packs and
makes his way to Johannesburg
to help his lost sister; he also goes in hopes he’ll find his son and brother
whom he hasn’t heard from in years. He meets many people throughout his
journey, and a lot of the people he meets use the terms, “umfundisi” which
implies respect, and “man of God,” indicating Kumalo’s reverential status.
Kumalo keeps his faith in mind throughout Book I and his search for his family
members.
Before Steven Kumalo makes it
to Johannesburg
he comes face to face with the crime that is developing throughout the place by
getting robbed. As he continues his search for his lost family members, he
finds his brother, John Kumalo, who has become a politician who believes that “…
what God has not done for South
Africa, man must do…” (pg. 55). As a man of
faith, this strikes Steven Kumalo in a very tender part of his heart. Steven
Kumalo also finds his sister, Gertrude, who has become a prostitute with “many
husbands.” He convinces her to repent and come back home with him. Also, Kumalo
finds his son, Absalom, who has been imprisoned for murdering a white man. The
news brought grief to Kumalo’s heart and caused him to briefly question the
faith he had in his God. But he quickly recovers his faith.
Alan Paton makes the theme of
Religion relevant in Book I of his novel, Cry, the Beloved Country, by
the main character’s decisions that he bases on his faith. When Steven Kumalo
finds his sister, Gertrude, to be a prostitute, he tells her on page 61 that, “God
forgives us…,” In chapter 16, Kumalo asks the girl from Pimville- who is
pregnant by his son- to promise him that she will have no more “husbands” and
that “if [she] should ever repent from [their] plan… [she] must not shut it up
inside [her], or run away…” The girl promised and Kumalo agreed to let her live
with his family. This was quite the decision for him to make. Kumalo made this
decision off of his faith and love for his son and family.
In conclusion, Alan Paton
expresses the theme of Religion in Book I of his novel, Cry, the Beloved
Country. He gives the main character, Steven Kumalo, an intense faith as he
is a religious leader of the church in his village. Kumalo makes very difficult
decisions on his trip to Johannesburg.
His faith is also challenged during his trip to Johannesburg. However, Kumalo stands steady
on his faith in God and he works toward bringing his family back together.
Worth Fighting For
When I was in the eighth grade I was clinically depressed. My mother didn't believe in using medication to help things that should be natural, so I was on my own. Leading up to the semester that changed the way I look at the world.
The first week back from Christmas break in my eighth grade year was when it all started. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't see happiness anywhere I looked. I felt as if I was falling in a dark abyss that never seemed to end. No one noticed really until it got out of control. I never slept, never ate, and I never interacted with anybody. By this time all things seemed hopeless to me.
By the time my mother realized what was going on with me it was almost too late. I was numb, nothing seemed worth it anymore, and I just wanted to die. So I said, "Why not?" My parents still don't know about that last part, but I have a feeling my brother knew. My parents only noticed my loss of appetite and my loss of interest in things I used to love. My mother took me to the doctor and he told my mom to watch out for depression veering its ugly tentacle towards my mind. My mother, being the Southern Baptist she was raised to be, told me that I just had to read my bible and pray even more. I tried, I really did, but it just didn't do the trick. In fact, my depression got worse over time.
By the time spring break was near, my attempts to ease the numbness were getting hard to hide. I'm confident that my brother had an idea of what was going on because during this time he didn't insult me or tease me like he used to. My best friend knew, and she knew that I knew about her knowing. Finally she decided I couldn't fight it by myself and that my mother wasn't going to help any. So she started her plan to get me out of my dark cloud.
Every time she greeted me she would compliment me, then she'd talk about plans for later in the week or something of that sorts, and she'd invite me to them every time. She'd make sure I was getting involved with people and making new friends. I thank her every day for what she's done for me.
The first week back from Christmas break in my eighth grade year was when it all started. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't see happiness anywhere I looked. I felt as if I was falling in a dark abyss that never seemed to end. No one noticed really until it got out of control. I never slept, never ate, and I never interacted with anybody. By this time all things seemed hopeless to me.
By the time my mother realized what was going on with me it was almost too late. I was numb, nothing seemed worth it anymore, and I just wanted to die. So I said, "Why not?" My parents still don't know about that last part, but I have a feeling my brother knew. My parents only noticed my loss of appetite and my loss of interest in things I used to love. My mother took me to the doctor and he told my mom to watch out for depression veering its ugly tentacle towards my mind. My mother, being the Southern Baptist she was raised to be, told me that I just had to read my bible and pray even more. I tried, I really did, but it just didn't do the trick. In fact, my depression got worse over time.
By the time spring break was near, my attempts to ease the numbness were getting hard to hide. I'm confident that my brother had an idea of what was going on because during this time he didn't insult me or tease me like he used to. My best friend knew, and she knew that I knew about her knowing. Finally she decided I couldn't fight it by myself and that my mother wasn't going to help any. So she started her plan to get me out of my dark cloud.
Every time she greeted me she would compliment me, then she'd talk about plans for later in the week or something of that sorts, and she'd invite me to them every time. She'd make sure I was getting involved with people and making new friends. I thank her every day for what she's done for me.
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