@VoroninDiana This is almost similar to how Bledsoe threateningly showed the chains to the narrator, it was an example of black elite utilizing white techniques to subjugate their fellow blacks #laylit18
@VoroninDiana Also, he mentions in the epilogue that "if you don't know where you are, you don't know who you are", which I interpreted as if you don't know your significance in history, then you have no identity, which supports the idea of the narrator plunging into his own history #laylit18
In the epilogue, the use of the words "here's the rub" reminded me of Hamlet. What similarities or differences do you see between the two characters? #laylit18
@rmccafferyhtps@visconlit It's the epitome of objectification of the IM. When you're cheated on, you assume that your SO has feelings for the other person. The white man doesn't even acknowledge the possibility that the IM is worthy of having romantic feelings for #laylit18
Cliftons sale of the dolls is an interesting lesson in economics: he can only sell them if there is a demand for them. So who is worse, the people buying the dolls or the man selling them? #laylit18
@RakeshSenthilv1 @GrantDong2 This is another reason why his speech about brother Clifton is different than the others. He specifically states that he forgets to mention the "political issues", showing how his emotion released him from the external pressures and he was able to speak his mind #laylit18
@rmccafferyhtps He realizes that the brotherhood is grooming him to take the place of Clifton, and instead he realizes the reason Clifton was resentful against the brotherhood #laylit18
@LokrageMachine He's reacting to his new found freedom. In the south, he was used to masking his emotions and hiding his frustration at the system. However in the north, he can mask off and express his true feelings. However, we see that he's disillusioned with the system, not whites #laylit18
@KritIsLit It's also a sign of his superficial importance, like he takes on this role in society but it clearly has no substance, like an empty briefcase #laylit18