Voodoo In New Orleans Analysis

My understanding of the anchor essay of my subject, Voodoo in New Orleans, is that the author is fascinated by the extravagant display of the extent of voodoo practices, the build up, the mystery, the secrecy that voodoo is brimming with, the cloud of ethereal and trance like darkness it supposedly exudes. He has knowledge about voodoo that has been the theme of a lot of literary pieces, what he is confused about, or unsure about, is the authenticity or the undisputable facts that will back up whatever he has read up on regarding voodoo. He seems satisfied with the associations that are linked with voodoo and the reasons for its emergence. The author has accounts of incidents investigating voodoo meetings; he has read articles written in that

In my view, the author did not have any strong positionality in the whole essay. She has put up information, which comprises the most common perception and then left the interpretation to the reader’s discretion, though she does seem to sympathize with the plight of the Africans and the unfortunate disfiguration of their beliefs. She seems to have negatively connoted voodoo as entertainment. She has mostly taken an objective stand although a few anecdotes of personal opinions have managed to creep in. Her stance is that of an understanding observer. Her conclusion provides the reader with a dismal outlook regarding the future of the

The tone of the essay is mocking and ringed with ridicule in the context of the outsider’s views of voodoo. She paints the outsiders as foolish toddlers while painting her people as saints placating and indulging the toddlers’ humorous misgivings. It reads like a scathing open letter from ‘them’ to ‘us’. It is a tirade, verbal diarrhea of pent up rage that comes spewing out with not an ounce of consideration or sympathy. She abhors outsiders and dubs any communication with them as a chore. She explicitly clears all the misconceptions she feels shadow her religion, while at the same time, quite interestingly, manages to insult people fascinated by the aspects of voodoo that they have absorbed from whatever mainstream media. She is well justified to having her opinions on the religion that outsiders have contorted, but a little softening of words would not have gone unwelcomed. She accuses the outsiders of being two faced, never matching their actions to their words. The only redeeming quality of the essay is her explanation of voodoo as the insiders see it; she backs up her savage remarks with facts that fill up the spots that she viciously emptied, with regards to our previous knowledge. Although it comes across as an internal monologue, she does raise a lot of important questions and