where to begin when there is not yet an ending…
i have finished harriet beecher stowe's uncle tom's cabin and it has been a very long time since i have wept so much throughout reading any book.
i am not sure whether my tears were for uncle tom, eliza, george, eva and the others who lived through the pages of this story or for our own generation, many who live now that still have yet to learn and grow past the hate told of so long ago.
even more poignant is this story now when stowe tells at the close of her book how each of these characters and their stories were based on real people, real incidences. the pain to the heart of the reader increases when confronted with the reality of those portrayed so vividly by stowe. it is no wonder that her book challenged a nation to rise and confront the brutality of slavery and the very immorality that had, to that point in history, been accepted and justified by both the actions and inactions of our young nation.
how and why is this story still so relevant today? oh, where to begin. please leap across that frozen orange river and join me to look closely in the mirror of our world to see that sad reflection of the past still staring out at us today.
