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Black Boy Jack

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on January 9, 2008 at 1:40:40 pm
 

Initial thoughts

 

He was fine meeting people and fitting in except for the occasional fight to gain acceptance.  He struggled in school because his whole life living in cities among the people up to that point had taught him more than a school book or a teacher ever could.  He wasn't a bad kid either but the pressure he recieved from his Granny and aunt about religion labeled him as one of the bad apples.  He sees the details in the very small, then expands his image into a wider veiw through what he has seen and experienced.  He sometimes sees so wide that he misses some of the area in between.  Like when he was accedentally selling the white supremicist newspaper because he was busy reading the fiction in the magazine section and did not notice the paper.  He finds his escape first through nature and when he became older he started to read more books.  He was also a drunk by the age of seven, which was probably a good thing to get that out of the way sooner before he was in highschool and had higher chances of being a drunkard for the rest of his life.  He's way to smart for his age.  I think his inteligence is exaggerated by him being older at the time of being written.  I'm sure he did all of those things as he said but did not have the same understanding.  I don't know the guy, and he's dead so I don't think that I will ever know. 

 

 

More!

 

I'm torn between two options.  On one side there is the option thats been taken before by many people other than myself.  It is a very attractive option.  It sometimes reminds me of the music that makes me want to stand up and dance around the room.  It is an easier option that is at this point already within my grasp.  It's an option that I can change very easily and doesn't need any explanation or excuse.  This option can at any time be found by another person and used at their will.  I can't decide whether its satisfaction will outweigh the monotony of its use.  With the other side, the risk is much higher.  The risk is its appeal.  I can almost say that no one has taken this venture before, even the one in control of it.   This option wants me to  take it as much as it wants to take me.  To it, I am a secret.  The thrill of both of us combined can create something that I have never known before.  When the passions of two people meet for the first time the sun explodes into firey birds that fly through the clowds releasing the power of the ocean down on our heads.  The light blinds and the heat lights the mountains on fire.  Nothing surreal could ever compare to the reality of what could happen.  It lifts two beings above the masses to look down upon the average heads looking up.  They can only wish.

 

 

The book.

 

Black people have a tough time.  White people can be real assholes.  I don't know what racist people think about when they think about racism.  Do the know what they're thinking or has it been placed there by someone else.  How can one race consider another inferior.  I think it has something to do with religion.  That is why Richard Wright has trouble with the whole idea.  How can he beleive in something that could create so much suffering.  I've tried to think about what racist people think about, to step into their minds and figure out what the thought process is.  I can't do it, I can't fathom what is going on.  Nothing can make me think that black people are inferior.  Maybe it's fear.  Maybe white people are just afraid of black people.  I don't know what makes people want to suppress another kind of person.  They can't be more or less honest or dishonest than anyone else.  I just don't understand.

 

 

 

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