Final Project The Little Black Boy

Black lives matter The Little Black Boy By William Blake 417-321 (G01) Major English Literature

source: wikipedia Hey Lupin, look at this news. It’s very depressing!

Why? Alright! I'll tell you.

Mr. Chauvin, a white American police officer, is accused of keeping his knee on Mr. Floyd's throat, preventing him from breathing. People also demonstrated to demand justice for black people. Racism persists today, which is astonishing. Racism persists today, which is astonishing.

However, I believe the issue has improved. It had been considerably terrible before. Numerous people were treated unfairly because they were black. If the story of George Floyd had occurred in the past, no one would have been interested in the case, and it would have been overlooked because it was little. I'm not surprised that black people, like myself, have recently become aware of racism. It's because we don't believe racism will go away.

I completely concur with you. Anyway, you remind me of a story I used to learn in high school while studying literature with instructors Suraiya and Shelly. The Little Black Boy, a poem by William Blake.

Wow, that's a fascinating topic! Could you explain the poetry to me? Of course!

The Little Black Boy BY WILLIAM BLAKE

My mother bore me in the southern wild And I am black, but O! my soul is white;

White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree

And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me,

And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away.

And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive

Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.

And we are put on earth a little space,

That we may learn to bear the beams of love,

And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.

Saying: come out from the grove my love & care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me, And thus I say to little English boy;

When I from black and he from white cloud free,

And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.

And be like him and he will then love me.

Now, let me summarize the story again.

A black adolescent tells the story of how he came to know himself and God. The African-born adolescent believes that, despite his black skin, his spirit is as white as that of an English child. He describes how his loving mother taught him about God, who resides in the East, and provides light and life to all creation, as well as comfort and joy to humanity, considering the quote, we're here to learn to embrace God's love.

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me. The final stanza has a special place in my heart. As a black person, I do not only comprehend but also truly feel the message. It makes no difference how good we are. We will not be equal to white people until we all die. Woe, this stanza is very depressing. In any case, it appears that this section is the poem's major point.

I know, right? This stanza is the poem's focal point, which relates to the George Floyd’s case. It merely demonstrates Blake's point of view that he was outspoken about numerous negative and downright racist preconceptions regarding Black people that have persisted from the past to the present. They will be able to live happily only in the hereafter when they meet God.

It was so sad!

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