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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Ellisons Battle Royal

Reader Response
Ellison's "Battle Royal"

In Battle Royal, Ellison shows us various things to bring our attention to the pain
the minority group suffered. In doing this Ellison shows us relationships between the
torment they felt to our feelings for them. When the boys enter the boxing ring, they are
shown off like animals. The woman dancing represents the sick pleasure derived from the
boys' torture. Ellison shows us a picture of the human mind, in seeing something to lust
after then watching young men being beaten nearly to death as a form of entertainment.
He does this to show us a view of human nature.
In oppression to the torment the boys developed a sort of counter attack. The
boys were so eager for the the fake money that they suffered electric shocks to grab it. I
think this sort of surprised the audience, beings that the boys never gave up the fight. It
was as thought giving up would have meant giving up much more than money or a boxing
match. It would have been a loss of dignity and pride, none of them wanted to lose that.
Also, by the time the boys were given the chance to chase the money, they were numb
from pain. I don't think the new torture methods were really affecting the boys. Their
bodies became somewhat immune to the blows after awhile.
My battle royal was a little bit different from the boys in the story. I did not really
suffer from outside torment. The battle I faced was mostly inside myself. People didn't
have to say anything and I would be judging myself and putting myself down. Like the
boys in the boxing ring fighting one another, I would have to fight with my own feelings to
overcome things. Each time I made a decision I had to be critical about what was good
and bad for myself. Even if I didn't do anything wrong I blamed myself for things that
would go wrong.
My battle with low self esteem was an ongoing problem. It pretty much got to the
point where I didn't even realize I was doing it to myself anymore. The words I said,
although not all true, I believed completely. I had put myself down so much, that
complements were never taken seriously. I tried to break my habit of putting myself down
by setting goals for myself. This helped a little but I honestly don't think I wanted help
back then.
Finally it got to the point where I knew I had to do something. This was the time
when I felt most powerless. I didn't think I had any control over how I felt. Half the time
I couldn't decipher whether I was happy or sad. I began to scare myself because of it. I
would think, does this make me happy. I couldn't even think of an answer, it was the
strangest feeling I have ever had. Not knowing if you are happy or sad, seems odd I
know.

One day I came to the realization that either I had to fight what was going on
inside me or it was going to get me. I started out by setting goals for myself. Fairly small
things, but very important goals to me. I feel it is best to set attainable goals for yourself,
but also challenge yourself to do better. Once I began to think about how good life was,
and all it has to offer, things started to change. I know that this is just a start and the main
problem lies ahead.
Today, I am a lot better than I used to be. I have goals for myself and there are
many things I want to do and have a right to do before I leave this Earth. I guess to a
point I became immune to the feelings I would let run through my mind. I became
immune to all the pain those feelings caused.. This time around I am trying to face the
feelings instead of ignore them. This is helpful in that I know the problem right when it
arises, and I can deal with it before something else happens. If I ever get into a situation
now where I feel powerless, I either leave the situation or turn to a friend for help.
As in the story, I am also rewarded if I don't give up. I am able to enjoy life and
be happy, instead of walk around depressed a lot of the time. The first time I realized I
had to do something was my speech. That was my turn to tell myself that I had to get
over the low self esteem and overcome it. My prize for this was happiness, I really had
nothing to lose. This was my honest attempt at winning the battle with my feelings. Each
day I know I am getting better. Now, if I get the feeling I push them out of my mind.
Don't have time to deal with sad feelings anymore.
The message I used to live by was to run and hide from my feelings. This could
possibly be the worst thing to do. It scared me to face them, so I wouldn't. My whole life
was an act, putting on a happy face when I really felt down. Telling everyone I was fine,
when in reality I was far from it. It became much easier to tell people what they wanted to
hear rather than face what was going on inside me. Then came a day when I couldn't hide
from others and myself any longer. It just didn't work anymore, the feelings became
stronger and there was nothing I could do, but face them.
Everybody has to deal with something in their life. My battle was dealing with the
pain I brought onto myself. Although there was never any physical abuse that went on,
the emotional is hard to deal with as well. My battle becomes easier with each day, and I
can safely say now that I am better. Makes me happy just thinking like this, knowing I got
over it. It took me this long to realize you don't need someone else to make you happy,
we all possess the same qualities in order to do that within ourselves.

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