Who Is The Antagonist In The Scarlet Ibis

James Hurst’s short story “The Scarlet Ibis” is about a boy that struggles with pride issues because of his brother Doodle’s physical disabilities. In the beginning of the story, the narrator has a brother that is far from normal and in the narrator's eyes is a disappointment. Throughout the story, the narrator works on his brother to make him normal not knowing he will end up hurting him. As the story progresses, the narrator struggles with, instead of putting his brother first, letting his pride get the best of him. The narrator, by the end of “The Scarlet Ibis,” learns that listening to his pride makes him do regretful things. Hurst uses the narrator to show that too much pride can be harmful.
From the moment Doodle is born the narrator

Hurst points out, “He had failed and we both knew it, so we started back home, racing the storm.[...]The faster I walked, the faster he walked, so I began to run.[...]I heard doodle, who had fallen behind me, cry out, ‘brother, brother, don't leave me! Don’t leave me!” This happened when the narrator taught doodle how to walk and then tried making him do more, but Doodle could not physically do it. The relevance of this citation is that since Doodle failed the narrator’s classes he failed the narrator as a brother which shows how pride can make you do unhuman things like leaving your brother. Because of Doodle not being able to reach the narrator's standards, He gave up. Later in the story the narrator gets disillusioned by his pride and does something he would never intentionally do. The narrator in distraught says, “He didn't answer, so I placed my hand on his forehead and lifted his head. Limply, he fell backwards onto the earth. He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red. "Doodle! Doodle!”I cried, shaking him, but there was no answer but the ropy rain. He lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually long and slim. His little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so