Archetypes

Nov. 12th, 2011 09:18 am
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An Archetype is “a collectively inherited unconscious idea, pattern of thought, image, etc., universally present in individual psyches” (Dictionary.com). In other words archetypes are the ideas that other ideas build off of, or an unconscious way of thinking about an image, story, people group etc. It is a lot like a stereotype. The biggest Archetype in Watchmen is the super heroes. The Super Heroes from comic books and movies that we think we know so well are missing in Watchmen. Super heroes are supposed to stand for justice, valor, what is right and values. They are supposed to be super human, like humanity in some ways but ultimately above and beyond. Watchmen, more or less throws this out that window. All of the super heroes (excluding Dr. Manhattan) are just normal everyday people in costumes and with some combat training. They fight for recognition, money, elevated standings and selfish gain. Stephen Hershey puts it thus, “The "hero" archetype, as we think we know it, is empty
and dead” (Hershey). Consider The Comedian, he has little regard for humans and he treats women like commodities, rape pillage and plunder seems to be his motto, yet he is one of the novels “super heroes.” Watchman takes the old ideas and stereotypes that are attached to super heroes and they twist them. Instead of being all powerful inhuman like beings with abilities such as flight, speed, mind reading, invisibility or super strength; Watchmen super heroes are just everyday people. Also unlike traditional super heroes, Watchmen super heroes struggle with a lot of personal issues and do not always triumph against evil.

Watchmen writers Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons take the archetype of super heroes and they revise it. The authors have kept some of the old “traditional” characteristics of super heroes such as, costumes, one super hero that actually “fits the bill” and fighting to protect humanity. They have although, taken all of these and modified them. They have made costumes of their own design, they have made the one actual super hero in the comic not care what happens to mankind, and they have made the super heroes who are supposed to be fighting for humanity and the betterment of human life, kill millions. “Watchmen is not just a graphic novel, but also a unique representation of American idealism as expressed through character image. Although the characters are portrayed as "superheroes," each is psychologically complex in that they become symbols for the flaws of American culture. For instance, The Comedian is violent and amoral, Rorschach is psychotic and politically active, Ozymandias is egotistical, Silk Spectre is a sex symbol, and Dr. Manhattan is emotionally detached. Thus, characters cast in a realistic light lose the luster so often given to traditional superheroes” (Dan Anderson).


Work Sited
Anderson, Dan. “Archetypal Representation of the American Identity in Watchmen.” Submission Stream v1.0. Web. 10 Nov. 2011 http://siteslab.org/pitjournalv1/node/200

Dictonary.com. “Archetype.” Dictionary.reference.com. Web. 10 Nov. 2011 http://dictionary.reference.com/

Hershey, Stephen. “Musings on Watchmen: Death of the Hero Archetype.” Evolver. 08 March. 2009. Web. 10 Nov. 2011. http://www.evolver.net/user/stephen_hershey/blog/musings_watchmen_death_hero_archetype

Moore, Anan, and Dave Gibbons. “Watchmen.” New York, NY: DC Comics, 1987. Graphic novel.
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In a “Letter from Birmingham Jail” Martin Luther King Jr. addresses the issue of racism in the south, or more specifically in Birmingham. He writes it as a letter in response to some criticism he received from fellow clergymen. King is greatly displeased with all the injustices committed against his “brothers” and “sisters.” He is also disheartened with the way the white moderate and the white church have responded to him and his supporters who work for equality among the whites and Negros.

King begins his letter by addressing his intended recipients, the white clergymen of Birmingham, who have spoken out against him and have called his “present activities “unwise and untimely” (272). King very patiently and with much love answers their criticisms and explains his actions. King rationalises that “I am in Birmingham because injustice is here” (272). The Negros of Birmingham are being extremely oppressed and attacked by racist whites. “There have been more unsolved bombings of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham then in any other city in the nation” (272). King and his supporters did not want to be forced into action so that they could be heard. They did everything in their power to try and get the whites to negotiate with them, but to no avail. Peaceful action was the only other option.

The clergymen say Kings actions are “untimely” they feel he should have waited to “give the new city administration time to act” (274). Although King would like to believe that they actually would have done something he has had to much experiences with people like them to be that naïve. King states “my friends, I must say to you that we have not made a single gain in civil right without determined legal and nonviolent pressure” (274). People can ignore a problem as long as they like when it is just voices, but once those voices turn into groups of people walking down the street and showing up all over the news, it cannot just be shrugged off and turned aside anymore. “We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed” (274). All the while the whites are screaming “wait.” Wait for a better opportunity, wait until the government agrees to talk with you, wait for things to change on their own, wait, wait, wait. “This “Wait” has always meant “Never,” and “justice too long delayed is justice denied” (274).

The oppressors never want things to change; they are usually stuck in their ways and justify every inhumane and unconstitutional thing they do against the oppressed because everyone is doing it or because since the oppressed are different, they must be evil. The oppressed will only endure oppression for so long “there comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair” (275). At this point a fire gets ignited in the hearts of the oppressed kindled and fed by leaders fighting for justice this fire will never again be put out. It may get stalled or it may hit roadblocks but the more the oppressors try to put it out, the hotter and fiercer it burns. King put it like this, “Something within [the American Negro] has reminded him of his birthright of freedom, and something without has reminded him that it can be gained” (278). Gaining this freedom also requires gaining support from the oppressors. Nothing will change if everyone in power or who has influence on the peoples in power are all against you.

King is most “gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride towards freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” then justice” (276). They are so focused on dealing with things in a non-active way that they don’t realize some issues just cannot be changed by words alone. King and his supporters are doing everything right. They have convinced the Negros who wanted to violently take their freedom into doing nonviolent demonstrations. They tried to negotiate and when that failed they did not get angry and turn into a mob, they moved onto nonviolent demonstrations. Never once did King and his supporters retaliate. They did not hit back when they were being arrested by the police for doing nothing but walking. They endured countless injustices behind bars where they have “watch[ed] [the police] punch and curse old Negro women and young Negro girls,” and they have seen “them slap and kick old Negro men and young boys” (282). The white moderate and the white church stand around and criticize the peaceful protests by the Negros because of the unconstitutional behaviour and segregation inflicted upon them by the whites; and the whites think they are doing the right thing.

King thought that the white church would step up and stand beside its Negro brothers and sisters instead they say “all Christians know that the colored people will receive equal rights eventually, but it is possible that you are in too great a religious hurry. It has taken Christianity almost two thousand years to accomplish what it has. The teachings of Christ take time to come to earth” (277). King truly believed that they would see the unjustness of everything and realize that it needs to stop, and strive to work together to stop it. He “wishes that they had commended the Negro sit-inners and demonstrators of Birmingham for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer and their amazing discipline in the midst of great provocation” (282). He declares that “one day the South will recognize its real hero’s” the everyday Negros who stud up for their rights, who fought for freedom and equality, and who endured and persevered through all the racial hate.

We have changed a lot since then; things are more equal now more just, but unfortunately even though on the outside it doesn’t look like it there are laws that are still racist and unjust, we just hide them better. I know King would be pleased with how things have changed but I do wonder if he would not also be a little disappointed. On the surface things look great, everyone is equal and whites and Negros get along, but deep down I wonder how much has actually changed. King wished “that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear-drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty” (283). I do not believe we are there yet, but we are definitely hearing in the right direction.

Pandemic

Sep. 28th, 2011 10:59 am
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Stephen Lewis brings to light the AIDS pandemic in Africa shortly after it started to ravage the continent. Lewis focuses a great deal on the devastating effects AIDS has on Africa, primarily the effect it has on the children. The children of Africa are the most venerable, they have been orphaned and traumatized by AIDS and are slowly being forgotten. These children have no one to look after them and desperately need our help.

The Africa that Lewis new when he first visited in 1960 was just coming into independence and “the sense of possibility was everywhere.” Children got to go to school, there was food and although Africa was poor it was not in the state of starvation that it is in now. The people of Africa were full of life and opportunity. Lewis recalls, “That innocence, that absence of malice, or prejudice or intolerance (i.e., anti-Semitism) was one of the most heartwarming characteristics of the new Ghana-indeed, of all African countries in the immediate flowering of liberation” (375-376). Africa was thriving; it was dreaming big dreams and planning for the future, but Africa as well as Lewis was not expecting AIDS.

AIDS came in and took over Africa. Lewis describes the state of the African countries affected by AIDS. “Southern Africa is the terrifying epicenter, East Africa, including Ethiopia, is in serious straits, central Africa is struggling, and only West Africa seems able to contain the virus” (378). Devastated by AIDS and the horrific affect it is having on his beloved country, Lewis relates to his audience a time in 2002 when he was “visiting the Lilongwe Central Hospital in the capital of Malawi.” He entered the adult medical wing and says it was like a “picture right out of Dante. There were two people to every bed…some under the bed on the concrete floor, each in an agony of full-blown AIDS” (378-379). Although AIDS is not the only problem in Africa, there is also a huge shortage of food.

Lewis writes, “Zimbabwe, Zambia, Malawi, Lesotho, Swaziland, and Mozambique have all suffered terrible droughts over the last several years, and the drought cum pandemic have added up to starvation. But it's more then that. It’s hard to go anywhere on the continent without people crying for food. In fact, if you ask almost anyone what they need most, including people suffering from full-blown AIDS, they will not say drugs; they will say food. It’s a universal reply” (383). Hunger and AIDS are terrible enough to deal with by themselves, but together they are a nightmare. A person suffering from AIDS who is also malnourished and starving cannot be treated. “The body can’t handle the drugs without food” (384) but if the body is properly nourished “AIDS can sometimes be forestalled for a considerable period of time” (384). AIDS would not have the death grip it has on Africa right now if Africa was able to feed its people. Lewis has a soft spot for the people of Africa, especially its children. They captured his heart over his many visits and now he is doing his utmost to help them.

As of 2009 there were 16.6 million children orphaned by AIDS worldwide, 15 million of those were in sub-Saharan Africa alone. These children are emotionally neglected and traumatized by having to care for their parents and then watch helplessly as they waste away and die from AIDS. Since there is usually no one to take care of these newly orphaned children the eldest sibling takes over as head of the house, many of whom are as young as 8, and have to look after 3 or 4 siblings. Their little worlds are filled with death and despair; they have no hope or big dreams for the future. They cannot go to school nor do anything a regular child would be able to do. Lewis talked to the eldest child in an orphan sibling family asking, “Who puts you to bed at night?” “I put everyone to bed,” she replied. “But bedtime can be pretty scary,” I offered. “The nights are dark, the dreams can be upsetting. Don’t any of your neighbors come in to help?” “No,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I put them to bed myself. I’m the mother” (382). This wonderful little girl is only 14, her four siblings she takes care of; are 12, 11, 10, and 8. “In Swaziland, it’s expected that up to 15 percent of the entire population will be orphaned by 2010” (382). It is now 2011. Throughout his essay, Lewis cannot stress enough the plight that Africa’s children are in. He witnessed a meeting where a member of the Swaziland cabinet during the meeting “discussing matters of public policy….suddenly jumped to his feet; impatient and agitated. “Forget about this policy stuff,” he said, his voice rising. “Don’t you understand that we are a nation of orphans? That we have hundreds of child-headed households in Swaziland, where the age of the child heading that household is eight?” (382) These orphans have no one to look after them or mother them or love them. All they have is each other and sometimes even that gets taken away from them. Lewis is brokenhearted by the state of Africa and especially by the state of its children. He cannot believe that “there is no master plan for the children orphaned by AIDS” (383). They are left to ruff it on their own, unless by some chance a grandmother is still alive.

The Grandmothers of Africa in Lewis’ opinion are the unsung heroes. They go through so much yet they keep their heads up and do what they have to for their grandchildren. “These old and unimaginably frail women often look after five or ten or fifteen kids, enduring every considerable hardship for the sake of their grandchildren, alongside additional numbers of other abandoned waifs who wonder the landscape of the continent. The trauma of the grandmothers equals that of the orphans; in fact every normal rhythm of life is violated as grandmothers bury their own children and then look after their orphaned grandchildren” (380). These grandmothers do way more than they ever should and are put through an emotional hell that none of us can even imagine. But Lewis is concerned about what happens to the orphans when the grandmothers die. What happens to those whose grandmothers are already dead?

Canada and the United States are actually doing a lot to help slow and ultimately stop the transmission of the HIV-AIDS virus. They are promoting and funding programs and organizations like MSF (Doctors Without Borders), PMTCT (Prevention of Mother-to-Child Transition) and WFP (World Food Program). These programs are wonderful and are helping a great deal to make Africa aware of how the virus is spread and how they can prevent it from spreading. At a UN “high level meeting on AIDS, world leaders committed to a global action plan that will make significant strides towards elimination new HIV infections among children by 2015 and keeping their mothers alive.” This sounds like a great goal and a potential victory, but it does not address the issue of what are we going to do for the orphans now. According to www.avert.org/aids-orphans.htm, “even with the expansion of antiretroviral treatment access it is estimated that by 2015 the number of orphaned children will still be overwhelmingly high.”

Lewis is telling North America that it needs to do something for the orphans. He acknowledges that they are doing a great job of helping with relief, but feels that to beat AIDS the world needs to be brought to care about every aspect of it. Once that happens then “Africa could be brought back to the life it once had” (389).
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Lars Eighner lived on the street for three years during which he wrote letters to his friends explaining his circumstances. This then evolved into a series of essays on equipment he found in the Dumpsters. Lars later sent the essays to the Threepenny Review to be published. “On Dumpster Diving” is an excerpt from his bestselling book “Travels with Lizbeth” a memoir of his time homeless with his dog. For Lars, this is not just an essay that he had occasion to write, it is his story, a part of who he is.

Lars talks about his experience Dumpster diving as you would if you were giving helpful instructions based on personal application. There is a comradeship in the way that Lars talks about things throughout his essay. He tells you the basics on Dumpster diving,(what’s okay to eat, what you should be cautious of, the three stages every diver goes through, when to dive, divers etiquette, and little surprises you should expect and watch out for); but he also throws in a lot of personal experience and stories from his diving days. This makes everything more personal, like the reader and Lars were friends. He even confides to the reader his annoyances.

During their three years homeless, Lars and his dog Lizbeth got everything from Dumpsters. "Except for jeans, all my clothes came from the Dumpsters. Boom boxes, candles, bedding, toilet paper, a virgin male love doll, medicine, books, a typewriter, dishes, furnishings, and change, sometimes amounting to many dollars - I acquired from the Dumpsters" (199-200). Lars even ate from them.

Lars realized what a treasure trove Dumpsters could be a year before he became homeless. While his savings ran out and as he barely had enough money to pay for his rent, he started scavenging in the Dumpsters. Since he had no money for food, Lars had to learn what you could and could not eat from the Dumpsters. Lars developed three principles to follow when eating from Dumpsters. "Use the senses and common sense to evaluate the condition of the found materials, knowing the Dumpsters of a given area and checking them regularly, and seek always to answer the question, "Why was this discarded" (200). If the food in question has passed (to the best of your knowledge) all of these principles, it is safe to eat. Finding perfectly good foods in Dumpsters is not uncommon either. People often throw away food that is still in mint condition. Lars is grateful that people throw away good food but he also knows what a waste it is. So much stuff we throw away strictly because we do not want to deal with it.

Something Lars does not like dealing with is can scroungers. They, along with other scavengers, are a nuisance and a competition in the diving business. Although Lars does not mind the scavengers, he cannot stand the can scroungers. "Curiously, I do not mind my direct competition, other scavengers; so much as I hate the can scroungers. Can scroungers lay waste to everything in their path and will stir one of a pair of good shoes to the bottom of a Dumpster, to be lost or ruined in the muck" (204). Can scroungers do not pay attention to anything but cans and will pass up change without even noticing. They are so focused on finding what they are looking for and only what they are looking for, that they miss out. Our North American society is a lot like them.

Our North American society focuses on what it wants with no regard for the “little guy.” We overlook and do not pay attention to the people roaming our streets and sleeping in our parks. We forget the fact that they used to be people just like us. They were normal people with jobs and families. Lars was a college graduate. He graduated from the University of Texas in Austin; he also studied creative writing at the Corpus Christi Fine Arts Colony. He probably thought the same way as you do now. However, his time living on the streets has opened him up to new ideas. Lars adapted and was willing to let his experience teach him. Since he was no longer under societies influence, he was free to live as he pleased. In doing so he is able to bring us a new way of looking at Dumpster diving.

Lars brings to light a side of Dumpster diving that you probably have not seen or even thought of. Lars proves that the popular saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is true when he states “almost everything I have now has already been cast out at least once, proving that what I own is valueless to someone" (207). As a result of his experience being homeless and having to survive off of the bare necessities, Lars has a very healthy mind set when it comes to owning things. He states that "Once I was the sort of person who invested objects with sentimental value. Now I no longer have those objects, but I have the sentiments yet" (207). He is telling us that all the stuff we have, whatever the significance behind it, will pass away. It will get lost, broken, stolen or tarnished, but the memories and the good times that the object represents, will be with you forever.

Our world is full of material things. Things that once we have them we think they will make us prettier, more popular, happier, healthier or skinnier. When they do not work, or when they break or the next ‘something better’ comes along; they end up in the garbage. This leaves us fighting to get that next big thing all over again. Lars learned humility from having to dig for his breakfast in the trash. He learned to cherish the good days and rejoice and be happy about the small things that happen every day. Dumpster diving helped Lars learn how to live a content, happy life and he in turn wants to pass that knowledge onto us.

Lars ends his essay with “I am sorry for them" (207). Lars is sorry for all the millions of people that do not figure it out. Who keep going after the next big thing and throwing it out almost as soon as they have it. Who live out the consumer life to its fullest, and go through life not knowing there is a better way. Lars does not want you to be part of the people he feels sorry for. So why not take a page out of his book? Who knows, Dumpster diving might do you some good.

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