A Use of Force; A work in progress.

*Re-posting of A Use of Force; A work in progress.

A Use of Force; A work in progress.

When reading the short story 'A Use of Force' I immediately decided that I had to re-read it. In my opinion there are a lot of questions that where left unanswered. I can't say it was my favorite short story, however I must admits that it does have its moments.

In the story we se the development of various themes. Such as family dynamics, a doctors patience when dealing with small children, patience in general and in my opinion the 'abuse' that could sometimes build up. When exploring family dynamics we see the father, the mother and the girl; we see how the mother and father try to restraint the girl and help the doctor at first but as they start to lose their patience their small semblance of composure fails them. I think this more related to the mother to the point where the husband asks her to wait outside while stays to help the doctor. The doctor at first was demonstrating patience and understanding towards the girl because of the fact that he probably understood how scary it must've been for her to have q doctor come to her house to try to diagnose her with a possibly fatal illness but after the child becomes violent and acts savagely he starts to employ force to make the child submissive so that he can continue with his diagnosis... As the child turns more violent, all in the room start to use force to try to subdue her. In modern medicine we do have to see how this can be labeled as child abuse. However does the end justify the means?

Are we supposed to be subservient to whatever method the doctor would want to use to diagnose you? Should we use force to both evade getting diagnosed and to help a doctor diagnose someone we love?

A Human and His Identity

*Re-posting of A Human and His Identity

A Human and His Identity

Its confusing to stop and think about how much energy the human being puts into finding their identity, their place in this world. I find it confusing because the world is forever changing. So are we. Our likes and interest can change even before the day is out. We go from republicans to democrats, from peacemakers to warmongers or from religious fanatics to complete atheists. These things are what, in some people, shape us and molds us into our identities. At the same time as being confusing... I must also point out the fact that it goes to show the never ending evolution of the human mind. However why do we put so much stock in our identities. Is it because it makes us different from our peers? Or maybe its because we have been taught to pit so much stock in it? To always be aware of our identity and mold it accordingly.

If we take Billy Mills from the film 'Running Brave' as an example, we must in some form or another agree that even in his childhood he started developing a slight conundrum with his identity. He was born a half-blood Native American, his father would cut his hair like a 'white man', he grew up in the Native American culture but he was always encouraged to venture out into the white world. Quite frankly its no wonder that as he grew up he would be confused in his identity. In the movie we see Billy referring himself as three different people. We see ' Billy the Chief', 'Billy the Runner' and just 'Billy'. Thought the movie Billy and his need to be identified is noticeably taking its toll. But then again wouldn't it be the same for all of us?

Again we spend so much time on figuring out who we are, the moment that it is challenged we fall apart. I think it has been ingrained in us to always know ourselves and know our place. Which if you truly look at it... its neither good nor bad. Its all up to what you believe is correct.