First Essay for English Comp 2 - Thematic Analysis

Okay, I know I still owe you a copy of my hate language essay, and as soon as I locate it I WILL post...but this one I wrote in about an hour and 20 minutes and I'm particularly proud of it. If you'd like to read the short story that it is based upon, you can check it out at the link below:

http://cai.ucdavis.edu/gender/thelesson.html (you'll have to copy and paste to your browser - apparently blogspot add links isn't working properly at this time!)

Enjoy:


Thematic Analysis of Toni Cade Bambara’s The Lesson

In her short story, The Lesson, Toni Cade Bambara explores the theme of innocence versus experience through the eyes of a group of adolescents from the ghetto. These kids are introduced to the world outside of their neighborhood by a woman, Miss Moore, whom we learn is a college educated, proper speaking, black woman who has taken “responsibility for the young ones’ education” (Bambara 1.) Bambara takes the theme even deeper in relating how ignorance of one’s circumstances is a sort of innocence, to be broken by the experience of becoming aware of them. This theme is further articulated by Bambara’s concealment of the name of the main character until later in the story, as this awareness begins to creep in to Sylvia’s consciousness even as she vehemently attempts to deny it.

Early in the story we are introduced to the contempt the youth have for Miss Moore by the way in which Sylvia describes her. It becomes apparent that the youths view her as an impediment to their enjoyment of their surroundings, as plays out in Sylvia’s description of their hatred for her, “And we kinda hated her too, hated the way we did the winos who cluttered up our parks and pissed on our handball walls and stank up our hallways and stairs so you couldn’t’ halfway play hide-and-seek without a goddamn gas mask.” (Bambara 1) We can see that this group of kids is interested only in their own self-gratification. They are resentful that this woman has come into their lives and is attempting to “educate” them, especially since school is out and they have better things in mind to occupy their time.

Miss Moore’s “lesson” on this particular day takes this group out of the comfort of their home territory. They are taken by taxi to the city to visit the FAO Schwarz in Manhattan. They are made aware of just how out of place they are by the instantaneous exposure to ladies in stockings and “One lady in a fur coat, hot as it is. White folks crazy.” (Bambara 4) In addition, they are confronted by the reality of their socio-economic positions in life when they begin to look at the wares offered in the windows and in the displays of the store. At one point the characters describe the difference between the prices of a “handcrafted sailboat of fiberglass at one thousand one hundred ninety-five dollars” (Bambara 25), with a sailboat set they can buy at the local bodega for about fifty cents. Although Sylvia wants desperately to know what a real boat would costs, she won’t give Miss Moore the satisfaction of asking her directly, demonstrating her resistance to being removed from her provincial bubble.

As the story continues Miss Moore describes what a paperweight is used for and we realize that there are differing levels of socio-economic position even amongst these poor kids from the ghetto. She questions where her “pupils” do their homework to which she gets varying responses. Junebug explains that he doesn’t have a desk. Big Butt says he doesn’t have homework and Flyboy professes to not have a home at all. Mercedes, we learn, not only has a desk but has scented stationary that she received as a gift from her godmother. (Bambara 15) In attempting to reach these “students” to help broaden their horizons Miss Moore is continually confronted with a cultural mindset of accepting mediocrity. When Sylvia realizes that all of the items in the store are so far out of the realm of anything they will ever have as long as they remain in their mediocre, ghetto dwelling lives she becomes angered. We see that she is becoming aware of her circumstances. It is at this time that Bambara finally gives her a name.

Even as Sugar attempts to engage Miss Moore regarding the lesson of the day we see Sylvia beating a hasty retreat back to her provincial bubble. Then she realizes that she can’t close that box again once it has been opened and she becomes even angrier with both Sugar, for wanting to engage this new awareness, and Miss Moore, for perpetrating this heinous act upon their innocent minds. Bambara’s theme is once again reiterated in the notion that some of the best lessons in life are learned not from the classroom, but from experiences, experiences that both enrich us, and rob us of our innocence.

How Come?

in TV and in the movies, law enforcement people always reach in their pocket and retrieve just one single business card at a time...and always with just two fingers? How cool do you have to be to only carry one business card at a time and never in a card holder?

I'm supposed to be writing my first essay for Engl Comp 2 on Toni Cade Bambara's short story, "The Lesson". It's supposed to be a thematic analysis based around the general theme of innocence vs experience. The idea is that we somehow relate this to the idea of economic disparity between the population that lived in teh projects of the Bronx vs the Manhattenites in the late 60's. Also the theme needs to relate to the notion that education can be a bridge to cross that casm dividing the haves from the have-nots.


But what I really want to write about is the sub-theme of delusional satisfaction vs reality dissatisfaction. I want to analyze the very substance of how humans are wont to shoot the messenger, especially when said messenger is the one that throws a monkey wrench in what is otherwise our blissful denial of what is seriously dysfunctional in our lives. The lynching of the wool puller, so to speak. I think that would be a far more relevant analysis.

But I know this professor well enough to know that if I vary too far from what he is looking for he won't even give me a fair evaluation, so I guess, for this one time, I will play by the rules, however distasteful that may be...sigh...