100-2 英文心得徵文比賽第三名：財法一 洪○凡 The Help

The Help depicted the south life in America in 1960s.The blacks were crippled by the chains of discrimination. As servants, they hadn’t been treated as normal people. Instead, they’d been put scorn on, bullied, even killed without reason. With no help, they could only silently sustain hardship in numerous events. Though I knew that misery from textbooks, somehow I just couldn’t feel the same way. That is, what I knew was the history. However, through this book, I felt the words’ real, jumping out of the pages, and then visualized in front of me. The stories in the book are colorful and lifelike, making me touched. Because of it, I could imagine all miseries of mankind that they’d suffered. To be more exact, I comprehended what tribulations they had been to be subjected to. In the book, a white girl, Skeeter Phelan, who was a green hand of the society, irritated by an abominable means by her friend who reckoned that blacks were all dirty and contagious so prohibiting them from using whites’ restrooms. This made Skeeter felt revolted and then due to this, she determined to write the stories from those who worked for whites, and were treated badly. What she’d done was a pioneering work. I admire her anti-unfairness deeds, but I admire those who were brave enough to dictate their own stories to Skeeter much more. There was so much unpredictable danger in their future life. Once their identities were discovered, they could be fired or even worse; that is, losing their lives. But they chose to stand out, speaking loud, stunned the world. But for their fearlessness, the ugly fact couldn’t have been disclosed, been spread out, and been to urge the society to face it seriously. Stories of theirs are poor, making me filled with righteous indignation. After reading, I made a self-examination: All of us knew everyone’s equal, and we should be kind to everyone without prejudice. But did we put it into practice actually? If our nation weren’t disadvantaged in international relations, would we look down on the Third World? Is it a distorted prejudice that we pursue the western culture, longing for a blond-hair beauty from there but not a black-hair one from the Southeast? There is so much to list, and to meditate on. However, besides from the serious parts, I’d like to share one funny, somewhat cheerful story in the book. One servant, after being under a long-term awful treatment in her hirer’s villa, was driven beyond the limits of forbearance. She put her own shit in the pie for her hirer! What’s more, she told her hirer while her hirer was enjoying it! Though it wasn’t a correct method for children to learn, it was the greatest one I had heard of as revenge. To me, she could be a sort of heroine! Not only did she dare to do, but she dared to admit her deed. That is awesome! In the age of multiculture and cosmopolitan, we seem to take a giant step towards peace. However, with the tides of fashion and strong individualism, there is an obscure side inside people’s heart. We all talk glibly about that all men are created equal. But it seems to me that all of us are just the echoes. On the one hand, we know the truth; on the other hand, we have our own rule of standards subtly in the mind. That’s really evil, isn’t it? No one discloses the ugly truth so we hide it as usual. Once somebody committs an error, the society must send troops to punish him/her as if others were emissaries of justice. There’s no so-called equality of all time in this world; not to mention the situation between different ancestries. This book made me think of Dr. King, who devoted himself to leading Africa-American Civil Rights Movement. One part of his speech seared into my memory entirely: I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with it’s vicious racists, with it’s governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. Didn’t anyone remember his agitating words? How could we lose sight of our geniueness deeply rooted in the heart? As a matter of fact, there can certainly be no doubt that we can make the things right as long as we face up to the reality and are willing to try. We’re all the residents on the planet. I wonder what would be left if we don’t care about the harmony? Maybe the coldness would be left, the hatred would ramble, and the spring would never come back for good. I’m sure that no one would like something like this to come true. So, Dr. King did it. Skeeter did it. They succeeded. Dr. King can, Skeeter can, so can we! Perhaps we can’t have such influence on this as they did, we can try as much as we can. The aforementioned instances inspired me, and I can tell them to others, changing other’s thoughts if they kept incorrect ideas towards that. Last but not least, The Help is a great book worth reading. We can have tears and laughter together while reading. This is a book full of ruthlessness and warmness. We can find the initial feelings which hided inside the soul, feeling the waves of the mood surging over the mind, pondering long and deeply over the matter. Sincerely, I hope that everyone can read it and really enjoy it.