As I read Ralph Ellison’s “Battle Royal”, pushes one in the direction of the Marxist perspective. This perspective demonstrates how the dominant white male majority uses its power to summarily subjugate black males in a pugilistic affair. The Marxist perspective is evidently portrayed through the use of human symbols such as hedonistic eroticism, hardcore racism, barbarism in the form of race on race destructive warfare and the sadistic contortion plot laid before the young men that dance and writhe in pain from shock given by the electrified carpet that held the reward of coins. Ralph Ellison gives the reader a real taste of the pungent and raw sanctioned racism that thrived in the United States of America and was served up routinely for the African-American man of his time. What in the psyche of the dominant white male determines their desired to sponsor and attend the Battle Royal?
The psyche of this essay using the Marxist perspective parallels proverbial Freudian slip of saying out loud what you actually mean inside. The dominant ones that reign constant profanity and sewer grist throughout this essay just can not help themselves. The real ego that exist just below the Mason Dixon surface of their unconsciousness cannot be swayed when alcohol or the mob mentally exist. Ellison can not help but pen the repeated calls from the mob in and out of the ring for blood, but not just any blood. The call is for black blood. They want it to flow freely.
Some one screamed, “Uppercut him! Kill him! Kill that big boy!”(Ellison, 346) They want to see the blood so that it eases some inner pain, some inner turmoil like a epicurean ointment on a festering wound that will never heal, because history can not be changed. That nigger lover that assassinated traitor that freed those niggers called Lincoln saw to that with his stubborn determination to keep the Union whole. This ungodly excuse for a president used chicanery at its best when he freed the slaves in the cessation states. A sentiment espoused by southerner back then and even now as shown by this excerpt from the Foreign Policy website called “Why they hate us “ in which the piece by Stephen M Walt reads “Nor should we forget how long a profound sense of anger and resentment lasted. I was recently discussing this issue with a distinguished American journalist who grew up in the South, and he told me those one hundred years after the end of the Civil War, he was still being taught songs that expressed a lingering hatred of what the Yankees had done. Here is a couple of stanzas from one of them — “I’m a Good Old Rebel” — written by a former Confederate officer and first published in 1914: I hate the Yankee nation, and everything they do, I hates the Declaration of Independence too.
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I hates the glorious Union, ’tis dripping with our blood I hates their striped banner, I fought it all I could. Three hundred thousand Yankees lie stiff in Southern dust; we got three hundred thousand, before they conquered us they died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot, I wish they were three million, instead of what we got.” (Stephen M. Walt) This vile man of the politico sounded the dominate males downward spiral for the lofty height that it had hovered at for almost four hundred years. Now this unpretentious tale the unabashed fervor of “Ring the bell before Jackson kills him a coon” (Ellison, 345) or conquering the voluptuous female was the unholy mantras the fill the air like the descriptive smoke described by Ellison. The question is why then why this tawdry and barbaric affair that is out in the open social air. Was this whole affair wrong? Well of course it was. Should someone stood have stopped this? Of course they should have.
So why in the world did it go forth in front of council men and even the clergy? Could it be revenge for the loss of the civil war? Just look around these southern United State and you will see even to this day that the top cover blue is line with confederate yellow and gray. This was one more way to keep the visage of power over former slaves. Can it be the bite back at women suffrage by having the emancipated woman parade in humiliation and made to twist and twirl her hips in front her conqueror and impotent white male factors. Yes maybe these dominate white males’ way of getting back at the world.
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These were god fearing men that refused to heed the words from the good book that they probably raised their hand in affirmation to an oath of office “But ye, brethren, be not weary in well doing.” (2 Thessalonians 3:13, KJV) These men in attendance surely grew weary in well doing for himself, his significant other and his fellow man. The intrigue and addition of this biblical reference comes on the heels of these men doing their works in the heart of the Bible belt. They are like the politicians that kiss the baby in front of the world during a campaign but later pass legislation to allow abortions to flow freely under the guise of women’s right to choose.
In these days of spin, the narrative would probably beg to ask who has been wronged here. Was it the blacks, the woman or the white males that have been stripped of their worldly dominance and now have to revert to sideshow displays of power and prestige? There is such visceral hatred of the two constants in their lives. The woman that has been freed from his abode and now is allowed to vote, run freely for office and is now able to say no without fear of retribution, and the lazy shiftless Negro that was brought here to work the fields and build this country from infancy through revolution and on through the industrial age and beyond. How dare these marginal entities rare their heads in civil disobedience not unlike the historic “Boston Tea Party” that protested taxation without representation.
Only then the protesters dress up in native Indian garb to conduct their protest. Cowards even back then, cowards that probable caused the death of innocent natives Americans that served as longshoremen during that time period were probably blame for the incident without their knowledge. Ralph Emerson places the wrongs right at the feet of the white males. They set up the venue, they insist on making the standout boy participate, they select and parade the nude woman in front of everyone, they even rescue her from the clutches of the men gone wild, they even mention the fact that one man felt sorry for the boys before forcing them into the battle royal, they setup the electric contraption that tortures the young men and they harangue the young man as he belts out his bloody speech to a rabid mob more interested in seeing him in the role of a beaten and bloodied mess than a well spoken orator.
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Recently, many women are engaged in various kinds of job, and they have been advancing in society. Moreover, it is quite ubiquitous among typical families that a mother works outside the home. In the article Should a Woman Work Outside the Home?, the author Mohammed Akade Osman Sudan argues that a womans rightful place in society is in the home. I disagree with the authors view that women should ...
Even in this essay ala den of iniquity there is an undertone of triumph from the minorities that are being oppressed. The female has the courage to dance on the stage in front of the raucous crowd and the strength to resist that crowd that was bent on injuring her. Then there is the standout that once he gets his feet under him manages to meander through the chaotic melee, even to be one of the last men standing in the pugilist venue. Like the passage of time things will get better. Goodness in all peoples will not be covered in darkness forever and it will not remain invisible like the character of this work.
