I've been reading The Help on my Kindle. I've only finished nine chapters, though. It's taking me a while to read because it's so painful for me. I feel so frustrated at the injustice of how the maids are treated by both their employers and society in general. I feel heartbroken at how Aibleen's employer treats her own daughter. Having a two year old myself, reading the scenes breaks my heart for that poor baby. I find myeslf identifying strongly with the character Skeeter, although I'm sure that's the author's intent. Not only do we share the same height and pale skin, but also the desire to write about what seems so wrong to us. I don't think my words can change the world, but if I at least make someone stop to think, then I'll feel better.
But also I wonder if I was living in that same time period, would I really be like Skeeter? Would I have the courage to take action against the injustices I see all around me? I did grow up in the South - if I was born thirty years earlier, would I even notice? Or would I be more like Hilly, believing that segregation is not only acceptable but proper, and that the purpose of college is to find a husband? Are my feelings of injustice simply the product of being born in my generation instead of my grandmother's?
I like to think that I would still see the injustice. It would be heavy in my heart. I would support the Civil Rights movement, just like I support gay rights today. People are people, and that's it. There doesn't need to be labels. Human is the only race label I want to hear, and love is love. But I wonder if I would be brave enough to actually DO something.