Learning To Read By Sue Monk Kidd

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Enslaved people were prohibited to read by law– a law that restricts their power– a law that silences their voices. But to what extent will one go to learn how to read– to obtain their rightful power? In the poem, “Learning to Read” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, Uncle Caldwell took a significant risk. Chloe, a freedwoman and former slave, talks about Uncle Caldwell’s determination to learn how to read. She says; “I remember Uncle Caldwell // Who took pot liquor fat // And greased the pages of his book, // And hid it in his hat” (13-16). As depicted in Chloe’s words, Uncle Caldwell learns how to read by hiding pages of knowledge in his hat; covering them in a coat of grease as another layer of protection. If Caldwell’s master were to look …show more content…

In the novel “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd, Lily Owens takes a risk; a risk that makes lies turn into the truth of a honey bee– a truth that stings worse than a wasp. From the belongings of Lily’s mother, Lily and Rosaleen Daise find a photo of a Black Madonna– the mascot of the Boatwright’s honey business. This was the start of Lily’s discovery journey. After abandoning Lily’s abusive dad, they venture off into the Boatwright’s residence; lying about their identities to learn about the truth. After a few months, Lily confesses to August Boatwright; “‘Remember when…’ I said. My voice came out barely a whisper. I cleared my throat. ‘Remember when you said we should have a talk?’ She [August] closed the door. A sound so final. No turning back, it said. this is it, it said” (235). From the moment the door closed, her lies came the bewildering truth; the reason for the disappearance of Lily’s mother: Lily herself. Her persistent journey to find her queen– the journey that once broke her, warmed her, and healed her– ended up breaking her once again. Her naive fantasies of happily living with her mother were tarnished; heartbreak and rage blinded her heart. Love became resentment; empathy turned into ignorance– the truth she sought dearly was the blurred bullet she feared most. Lily’s route of vicissitude reveals the hammering swarm of stings the truth brings– especially when unprepared to face its facts. Curiosity nurtures like a bee pollinating a flower, but peeking too much will only bring a deadly bouquet of lilies to your