I want to say about a number of different issues, but I just don’t have the time. Perhaps just a few thoughts:
1. Why are we, as a society, so unwilling to help those in need? Why does making a poor decision automatically mean that you are a bad person who needs to experience the consequences of your actions, even if that means losing one of the basics of life, a place to live?
2. I wish parents would be as sane as this one when it comes to bad things happening to their children. Get both (or all three, or four) sides! [This is just a rant because 2 year olds can’t often tell you their side – all you see is one kid crying and another not and the assumptions flow from there.]
3. As I mentioned before, I thought “A Raisin in the Sun” was fabulous. Hansberry’s words were beautiful, melodic, lyrical, poignant. But what I loved most about it was the multiple dimensions of each character – there were things you loved about them and things you hated about them. But that’s what made them real. Even Lena – you saw how she allowed Walter Lee to guilt her into giving him the money even though it was against her better judgment. And how Walter Lee, for some of his childishness, was justifiably angry and confused about being a grown man with kids, but having other grown men call him “boy.” Benny – well, she is close to my heart. She is so young and naive, but also ahead of her time, questioning things she’d been taught not to question (i.e. God). Ruth – stable but long-suffering, she sometimes seems unable to stand up for herself, vacillating back and forth between allowing Walter Lee to abuse her and lashing out against him. I also loved Benny’s love interests – the one well-to-do guy, I know I’ve seen him in something else, please someone refresh my memory if you can. The Nigerian man, Joseph Asagai – his speech about the money not being Benny’s and something being wrong with a family staking their futures on another man’s death – wow, that was really powerful. If you didn’t see it, please do. You will not be dissapointed.
4. Lastly, my hubby had me take a Jung personality test, which I’ve taken a million times before. I am still amazed that each time I take it – and I try to do it fast, clicking on what I am first drawn to – the results are always the same. Always. And they are so true. Here’s my profile below:
Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and investigative and attentive in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticeably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King’s Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.
Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters. They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Healers are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe they have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.