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p.110 item 3.11 Marjane Satrapi, Excerpt from Persepolis, 2004
I was flipping through Beyond Words and I found this. I read this comic book a long time ago, but this was the first time I contemplated this particular chapter by itself. Persepolis is the memoir of an Iranian women who fled Iran when she was in her early 20's. These memoirs are about her observations about her country as a child and as a young woman. This chapter is about the role of the veil in Iranian culture when she was ten years old (1980). What Satrapi is trying to get across in this chapter is that while the government was forcing children to wear a veil in school, her mother knew that religious freedom was something to be valued and religion and its symbols were not to be used as political devices. One of visual devices Satrapi uses in her storytelling is the very format in which her story is presented. The images carry strength in their black and white simplicity. As it is in comic book format, her stories are made real through caricature and symbolism. For instance, one of the blocks is captioned "I really didn't know what to think about the veil. Deep down, I was very religious but as a family we were very modern and avant-garde." To illustrate this idea, Satrapi has illustrated an image of her self split down the center. One half of her body is veiled and the other half isn't. The backgrounds are also split accordingly; the veiled side of her has a traditional Islamic design such as one that might be found on the wall of a mosque, whereas the non-veiled side displays gears, a hammer and a ruler, symbols of work and rationality (and moreover, Communism, an belief system totally rejected by Muslim extremists at that time.)This particular image effectively portrays the conflicted feelings a child may have had at that time in Iranian history.
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P. 283 Item 5.13 George Bush Meeting with Burned Soldier
This picture stirs up a number of painful emotions. It is difficult for me to look at a picture of a burn victim without an automatic sense of repulsion, but this feeling is always coupled with tremendous guilt because I know that the person is the same on the inside as they always were. It makes me feel horrible because I know that if I were hurt that bad, I would know that nobody wanted to look at me anymore, and I would feel really lonely because no one could get past my face and my body. This is the last person in the world who deserves to feel like that. For his country, he sacrificed a normal life in exchange for a life of alienation and pain. Not only does he have to live with his own disfigurement; he has to live with the memory of the pain he inflicted on others and the memories of terror that were the last emotions he felt as he exited his normal life. I wonder if at that moment George Bush questioned whether the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan were worth fighting at such human cost.
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Page 100, Item 3.6. Love Me Tender Movie Poster, 1956
This movie poster is in a format common to movie posters of its era. There is one central visual figure that is the "main draw" for the movie; in this case, Elvis Presley playing a guitar. Below the central visual figure are images that illustrate key themes of the movie; in this case, a man with a gun (action), Elvis kissing a woman's cheek (romance) and a cavalry with confederate flags (provides a setting.)Just from this simple construction of images, I know that Love Me Tender is going to feature some action/violence, a romantic storyline and it will take place during the civil war.
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P. 222 War (in the City in Which I Live), by Benjamin Alire Saenz, 2006
I am not Hispanic, but I have never understood why so many Americans are so cruel towards the people who fight to live here. I don't understand why it has to be so difficult for a person to immigrate. I always hear people get all fired up about "Mexicans taking all the jobs", but what few people seem to realize is that undocumented immigrants are taking the jobs that nobody wants. What it really boils down to is racism. This poem is powerful because the imagery is excellent--the poem talks about the Rio Grande, and how deceptively calm it looks. I remember thinking that when I saw it. It didn't look so dangerous, but it has drowned thousands of people. This poem presented a few viewpoints that I had not considered before but were particularly enlightening. The author says that in his city, white people are moving away because they are scared of the Mexicans. He says that he wishes they would "stay and fight"--to "learn to love the people that make the food they love". This line was striking because it seems like people are willing to just pick and choose the things they want to keep out of other cultures. For example, Americans love Chinese food and crepes and burritos and margaritas, but they still have stereotypes about the cultures who brought these things to our culture. These sterotypes breed fear. If people educated themselves about other cultures and didn't just pick and choose what they wanted to see, hear or eat, they might be able to form meaningful relationships and at least form a truly safer environment.
I read your comment on the poem and I just had to read it. I feel America has become the biggest hypocrite in the face of mankind. Everyone loves tacos, burritos, margaritas. If you go to El Jalisco in Tallahassee it is always packed with Americans (who have the gringo accent when they speak.) Everyone loves the food, but they hate the people. They want to rid the U.S. from illegal Mexicans, because they are a problem. What?! “They are taking our jobs.” No, they just get up from their lazy a** and go out there to scrape a bit of money so they can keep on living. Near from where I live in Miami there was this corner in front of a home depot where these “illegal aliens” would pile up before the sun rose, waiting for someone in a truck to pick them up for a job. Long live the American Dream.
ReplyDeleteI like the point you made, people need to educate themselves about other cultures. Just the other day an American was attacked because he looked Muslim. America is the most culturally diverse country in the world, yet we experience high levels of intolerance. We are in the 21st century yet we cannot move on from prejudice, stereotypes, and racism.
I liked the one about the Iranian women. It is interesting to see that in a cartoon, it provides a unique perspective about an issue that we really cant relate to.
ReplyDeleteAbout the burned solider, you are so wrong. He knew what he signed up for and he is proud for what he has done. The man that you say is repulsive, gave up all that for you. He took an oath to defend our great nation and he sacrificed his health for your freedom. Our former President did the right thing, he went in and kicked some ass. No he wasnt the best polictician but he wasnt afraid to get America's boots dirty and kick some hogie ass. Do you remember September 11th? If somebody where to punch me in the face i wouldnt just take it and walk away, and neither did Bush. That is god awful that you feel that way about a burn victim, i guess you hate retarded people too?
We are not a nation of prejudice, stereotypes, and racism. Just this past weekend i went to a party at FAMU and partied with blacks, asians, and rednecks. I felt like it was a milestone, for 20 years ago this would never have worked. the hicks shared their natty light, the blacks passed around the 40, and the asian kids brought cigars. We had a great time although i did wake up on the lawn in the morning.
Love me tender was a great movie, elvis is the man! By the way he is still alive, living in Jamacia with Tupac and Biggy
Hunter...Did you read what I said at all? I value what he did for our country; I don't hate burn victims or autistic people (nice politically incorrect term for them, btw). I just tried to imagine how he felt. It's called empathy. Obviously I remember 9/11, although you and I BOTH were only like 9 or 10 years old and could not have possibly fully understood what was going on.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Not everything in life is a big melting pot of a party, although I am glad that you took a cultural experience out of your weekend.