Anger is what’s stopping me from finishing Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I can only read a few pages a day or even a week because I get so affected by the injustices that are happening to the main character Jane. I keep on reading though because the writing is so strong, and there’s one scene where I really liked how it portrayed the power of truth.
Jane is a young girl, an orphan who is living with her aunt Mrs. Reed. Her aunt insults her, scolds her for fighting against her abusive son, and humiliates her in front of other people. In one scene, when Mrs. Reed summoned her to meet a man from a school that Jane will be going to, Mrs. Reed tells this man that Jane is a deceitful child and a liar. Jane had to listen to all of these unkind words, but when the man left, Jane finally retaliates against Mrs. Reed.
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When I was young, I couldn’t understand why people wrote allegories. I thought, if you wanted to talk about the Stalin era, why do you have to talk about pigs that are more equal than others? Then you grow up and realize, it’s because oppressive authorities who are on a witch hunt for dissenters are ready to take what you’ve said and use it as a tool to justify why you don’t have the right to speak.
Despite such suppression, people still find ways to tell their stories, and they discover it in creative crevices where they are free to be honest—in poems, in songs, and in fiction. If anyone complains, they can always defend themselves with Oh come on, I just invented that. That was just a figment of my imagination.
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