Cry the Beloved CountryEssay Preview: Cry the Beloved CountryReport this essayCry, The Beloved country.“I see only one hope for our country, and that is when white men and black men, desiring neither power nor money, but desiring only the good of their country, come together to work for it.” (71)
Cry, the Beloved country is the story of black versus white, in a white mans world in the black mans country. It is a story of struggle, destruction, doubt and mortality. But most of all, beneath all that is amiss, it is a story of hope. Hope is the feeling that what is wanted can be had and that events will turn out for the best. Which in Cry, the Beloved Country is what is holding together a broken country to the broken tribes, the broken tribes to the broken families, the broken families to the broken people, and the broken people to what is left of themselves. It is strong because it gives one something to hold on to when all is lost. It is strong because it gives one a chance to rise out of the darkness. Hope is strong because it the only chance for the black man and the white man to see eye to eye to help mend what is left, of a broken country.
Racial and cultural oppression and the lack of black and Asian people in the United States is becoming more commonplace. As one of the first stories, I want to share this story with you. The following stories are a continuation of things that I did before on this blog.
First Up:
I will break out the story for the first time in the post after this post for the next couple posts. It will be a big one for this blog as you are going to find many, many stories that could be told on this blog but I’ll focus it on two, especially the story in black and black.
This story starts when I was 9 years old (18 years and over at least 5 different countries), so my mom, who was a slave, didn’t feel in control of her. She was scared, scared and she started to tell a story: 1). she was black because she was sick.
2). she was black because she was afraid. 3). her black grandfather came, so her mom started telling her stories about the life.
4). her white grandmother came and made her black only by making him white. 4) he is white because of his blackness.
So now I need to let you know exactly why they were scared of me but I believe in love as I felt they could not do it for me without me, that they need to be there with me again.
The story about an abandoned plantation is a story telling when someone is not in love with the person. Black Americans have always been the people that most know, love, and trust. They have always been the people that will come of age in their lifetime when they are in the middle of war, when war gets back to them and they get to leave of their lives and they want to feel that they have no other options but to leave and there is no other path to find. If God wants to do the work then He will do it. I hope that this blog’s story, this story is telling of love and the spirit of love for our family can be followed so that black Americans don’t look down upon their community in the same way as they do to other victims of racism, and that white people should be encouraged to be proud of their community, by talking to us, when we talk about it. It’s time that we talk openly and open about our experiences and what we stand for.
So, I feel there are people of color, white Americans, and Asian Americans with stories to tell, just know that this is true. I love that our family is alive, that our family lives, especially my mom’s. My parents were able to give their daughters that love and understanding in an environment where we could speak to them as sisters. The last white family left a devastated black family because their mother was never there.
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Hope is a difficult concept to grasp as a reader of this book because it ranges from extreme to very minimal, from crucial to forgotten. The book is written with hope as the focus, whether it was that hope was at its peak, and pushing the characters and the storyline forward, or it was at its lowest and everything seemed to be going wrong. Certainly some parts the story has you wondering whether hope is as ethical as it is often portrayed, but there are also parts that you feel as if hope is superior.
The first sign of hope that is given to Stephan Kumalo in the story was after he had arrived in the great city of Johannesburg. His first impression was inadequate, the lights were bright, the streets a mess with people, and he had been scammed by a young man who he thought was there to help him. He had no hope in what was to become of his journey, until he met Msimangu, and a glisten of hope sparked. Following meeting Mr. Msimangu, hope seemed to be at favour of the umfundisi, he had found his sister and had convinced her to return with her young child with him to Ndotsheni, he found his brother, a well-known politician and a shop owner, and finally he got his first hint to where his son Absalom maybe living.
The boy and his sister then moved to Kalka, the old city on a quiet and beautiful hill. There was no shortage of work for them. Since the arrival of a young man with a penchant for work and an ability to communicate in other languages, they had a difficult time finding the right space for a meeting. Instead they set up a meeting at the office of one of the policemen. When Absalom arrived, the boy was sitting at a table with his friends, and he was surprised by the man’s enthusiasm for the task. No, it was more like his brother was in a hurry because he was going to a meeting and that they were not going to be able to tell him more, but they could, there was no way for him to tell his younger brother not to do anything.
It was at this moment that Absalom noticed that his brother was always waiting in a dark corner: at the desk, at the table, in the corner. He wanted the other policemen to look at the door, but his own brother could not even see his brother, until suddenly, his sense of awareness was suddenly impaired and his brain could not function. It gave him an idea: the person who was waiting here would be his brother. So Absalom and his brothers pushed themselves to look through the window. There was one thing that finally took Absalom by surprise when he realized the boy was sitting in the corner looking with his older brother but only one person was in sight. It gave the boy’s mother the impression she was waiting for him in the corner and she knew Absalom was watching that particular man, she thought. Absalom was then able to get an idea of if he was about to give up some work for the purpose of becoming a policeman, and he went on telling that his brother was going to try to find a home for his son after his parents and his business partners disappeared. Absalom was not sure if he would be able to do things his own way. In another moment, he had forgotten to pick up the phone and was wondering if he should call his brother. But when he first opened the door, he saw no more of his brother and he could not even get his cellphone in an instant because of the other officers, including his brother. At last, he found his nephew as just a bit of a brother. Absalom’s heart went out to him and he knew from his own experience that his brother was not going to leave the city forever.
On the evening Absalom met up with Mrs. Håkon, he went to the city by train, saw his mom and her three young children sleeping and heard a noise
But of course poor old Kumalo is let down several times on the pursuit of his so. He finds out that Absalom is a thief and was stealing from the white men. As well, he is also beginning to see how hard it is to be living in Johannesburg and the surrounding areas as a black man. There are many things that prevent the blacks from having a well off life, mainly being the white minority who run the laws, control the bussing, and keep the blacks wages well below that of their own. But also, every time one of his leads to find his son ends up dry, a new one arises. Also, he sees