Anne Moody's text was an intense and powerful piece of text that conveyed her struggle as an African American in a white world. One of the most vivd image she created was that of the time her and her fellow negroes were left in the paddy wagon in 100 degree weather with the heat on and the doors locked. The thought of that in my mind was utterly disturbing. Picturing those people with sweat pouring down thier bodies while fear overcame thier minds. The inhumanity put forth by the policeman not only to do such a thing, but also to smile and walk away from the van when he saw how badly tortured they were. Obviously, the white policeman of that time could do whatever, whenever they wanted to the black people. They didn't enforce the law, they broke the law. In fact, there was no set 'law' they followed. They treated the blacks however they felt like they wanted to depending on the mood they were in that day.
Moody also makes an incredible connection to the treatment of the blacks and a concentration camp. I never thought to look at it through this lense, but yet it makes perfect sense. Both the Jews and the blacks were the minority group, oppressed by the majority, executed/beaten/tortured simply because of thier societal classification, segregated, isolated from thier oppressors, and lived in fear, scared that it might be thier last day. This connection is profound. What kind of people are we? We just let this ridiculous shit happen!
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