The Escape
While reading "Between The World and Me" I couldn't help but draw parallels to my own experiences in the same city at the same places and the ever-recurring themes of escape and violence. At first, when reading starting to read this book with no type of prior knowledge I was surprised that the places my family and I grew up around were the same places Coates grew up around with the major difference between him and me being generational. Coates grew up in the Baltimore that my parents grew up in and this fact made me think more in-depth of why they are the way they are, and how a generation has changed things while things are still entirely the same. On page 129 Coates writes, "I did not die in my aimless youth, I did not perish in the agony of not knowing. I was not jailed. I had proved that there was another way beyond the schools and the streets. I felt myself to among the survivors of some great natural disaster, some plague, some avalanche or earthquake.", in this quote, I realized a theme of escape echoed by my grandmother, my parents, and internally me too. My grandmother grew up in a segregated Baltimore with god fearing parents who taught her to endure, she didn't have a hope of "escape" because she was married and pregnant by 19 in the 60s. My parents grew up in coats Baltimore where the only choices were school or violence and this is seen in the scares they both carried, unlike coats they didn't escape the endured like my grandmother. my mother jumping from on low pay job to another, and my father being involved in gang violence until he was shot his body in danger of being taken from him pushing him to become a mechanic with no hope of "escape". then there is me I fell into the crowd of escape threw school I was given the recipe by the experiences of my family to avoid the dangers of Baltimore and the tools of teachers to get my foot in the door. and thus I became the hope, the smart one, the good one, the one who was going to pull the whole family on to the path of escape. Coat was able to make me realize a driving force in all of my families life escape, my grandmother thought if she was patient enough and good enough she would be able to escape, my parents thought that they could fight their way to escape, and I knew the only way to end up better than them was to escape through knowledge. Generations worth of trying to get out, get out of poverty, get out of Baltimore, to escape.
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