Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

The Mockingbird Song

















We are writing a narrative today in response to the death of Harper Lee who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird. We are to honor her in some way depicting a scene or the word mockingbird, or something else. I chose to focus on the theme. Taking place in the Depression Era 30's in a fictional rural town in Alabama, poverty and religion carried with them deep hatred and anger from the events of the Civil War.

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She read the book first, of course; it became her favorite. She believed she was Scout, Atticus's daughter. After all, in real life, her father was an esteemed lawyer with his own respectable practice tucked in the back room of an auto parts store in a small town. She looked up to him.

She had a brother like Jem, too. They shared adventures growing up. The anecdotes of Boo Radley storing a small toy Indian and other items in a tree hollow was something she and her Jem could easily imagine. They used to run from the old man who lived in a shack in the neighborhood with upward of 39 cats.

But when Scout observed racial tension and slavery, she learned life is not fair, courage not always rewarded, and justice does not always mean winning, They admired their father for what he dared take on to change, if but a small slice of the world. After all, she grew up in the turmoil of the 50's and 60's.

Surely, the mockingbird referred to in the title had to be the same one in one of her favorite tunes as a child - Patti Page's Mockingbird Hill.  "Tra-la-la....,,.tra-la di dee dee" ....Scout always associated the song with the movie in her own mind, even though the movie was renowned for its beautiful soundtrack as well. Surely there was a real Mockingbird Hill just beyond town.

All said and done, Atticus, was an excellent father and righteous man. He could do no wrong in Scout's eyes.  In the real life story of Scout, the reader, however, racism became the storm that hovered over and the blister that festered between father and daughter. For when it came to his own daughter, her falling in love with a colored man would not do!
 
"You have no idea what you will be up against," he said. "I forbid it."

A father's love is not perfect; they do the best they can do. We discover they are not always as tolerant as we believe. Without his blessing, it was not to be. But it did not end then, not yet, as the couple fought to stay together and succeed. She became so worn down and resentful, her love let her go. Disappointed and her heart broken, she felt betrayed. The relationship with her father was permanently damaged and she found it hard to trust again.

Hence, no happy ending as in the timely advent to the big screen,"Guess Who's Coming to Dinner"- with Sidney Poitier, Spencer Tracey as the father, and Katharine Hepburn....and what Scout's father did, in her real life, was something I'm sure Atticus Finch would never do.






Thursday, March 14, 2013

Random cinquains...



  I      Chess                                                                                      III    Snow

         Bishops                                                                                           I kick                                  
         and knights protect                                                                           snow high because
         the King's crown from capture                                                         I am mad at the world
         sacrifice many noblemen                                                                   better ease my anger thusly 
         Check mate                                                                                      Rage gone                         
                                                                                             

         

  II    Caravan                                                                                       IV    Bees
         
         Gypsies                                                                                            Purple
         dance in firelight                                                                                honey made by
         bandannas wave the air                                                                       bees that suck blackberries
         circling feet stomp to sweet music                                                       for us to find in honeycomb
         Tango                                                                                               Humming



V   Justice

Fairness
truth and honor
                                                                     integrity not lost                                                                   
unless one can afford O. J.'s 
lawyer

Today we are being asked by Tony at            dversepoets.com    to write cinquains, the form of five lines of words with syllable counts of  2, 4,  6. 8. and 2...always fun to do..and for me, much easier than limericks as I am  unfortunately not clever enough for them..;)