You is kind, you is smart, you is important---the Help

Shaun 2021-12-06 19:21:09

"You is kind, you is smart, you is important" This is what the black maid Aibilen says to the little white girl she looks after every day. I was heartbroken and distressed by these words. Black women and black men are really different species. The black men here will throw away their home and children like trash and run away, but their women do not know where they are confident. Not only do they persevere stubbornly, but they can also pass this confidence to their nemesis, the white children. This confidence may be the best gift that caregiver can give to children. I am moved because I understand in my heart, how true these words are; sad, because compared to them, what I have done is too far behind, and I am really ashamed.

"Every morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today""Your mom didn't pick her life. It picked her. But you, you gonna do something big with yours." This is what another black maid, Constantine, said when she watched Skeeter, a 13-year-old white girl, hiding herself under a tree and saying she was ugly and sad for another boy. The sentence also stuck with me, lingering. What kind of simple and simple but often overlooked great wisdom. How so coincidentally from these low-level blacks? Reminds me of another black film, the pursuit of happyness. Will Smith told his son that you should stop playing basketball and do something useful. Later he confessed his mistake to his son, repented, and said "Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me." These words are so powerful, and they all make me reflect. These wise adults may slowly explore and understand, but the children with a blank sheet of paper, the young children who believe in whatever the adults say, shouldn’t be there in the morning. Is this self-confidence? I really have to remind myself from time to time.

Looking at black people as colored and living in isolation, I can't help but compare with us Chinese. Aibileen earns 95 cents an hour as a maid, and Skeeter works in a newspaper and earns 7 dollars a day. Blacks cannot use whites' toilets, but the owner makes them a separate toilet. If whites are used, it is "separate but equal". Black people can't sit at the same table with their owner to eat, but they also eat the same meal. They have their own house with a lot of kitchen utensils. They have their own bus and their own church. Children can also go to university. Not too bad. The maid is hired and both parties can terminate the contract. In this way they still feel that you owe her, and they are very temperamental. A black man was unreasonably expelled, and they rioted at night. If you mess with them again, it will make you eat shit. Will also attack the law, write down their experience and spread it out. Very difficult to deal with. Indeed, they have Rosa Parks and refuse to give up seats to white people. There was also Martin Luther King, a great man who benefited all minorities in the United States. From 1960 to the present, thanks to the blessings of blacks, Americans have made great progress in civil rights. What about us? Is there any progress? Does everyone have their own dignity, pride and courage? Does everyone think independently? Have you ever thought that no matter how humble, you can fight for and change? What about our lower class? Are you still so resigned, so obedient, and following the crowd? Is it our system? Or is it because of our education? We have been educated to be good, obedient, and sensible since we were young. Since we were young, we have not had the education of "You is kind, you is smart, you is important"? The road seems to be very long.

Constantine taught the rebellious and confident Skeeter, but he died unjustly. Mae Mobley, a little girl wearing a diaper, would say to Aibileen, "You are my real mama." Aibileen said that her son once said that there would be a writer in the family, but he did not expect it to be me. . Many plots are touching. . Although the characters in the movie are somewhat facial and hollywood-like, they are all plump and representative. The story is very smooth, the pictures are beautiful, and the American South is so beautiful. I really like the story of uplifting with tears in laughter. I just don't know if the author is a black person, it will be different.

I think I will watch it again with the kids. I hope my children, their edges and corners, their tempers and guts have not been wiped out by me.

PS.
The following is a story Aibileen told Mae Mobley in the book to see what kind of child education this is:

"Once upon a time they was two girls," I say. "one girl had black skin, one girl had white."
Mae Mobley look up at me. She listening.
"Little colored girl say to little white girl,'How come your skin be so pale?' White girl say,'I don't know. How come your skin be so black? What you think that mean?'
"But neither one a them little girls knew. So little white girl say,'Well, let's see. You got hair, I got hair.'"I gives Mae Mobley a little tousle on her head.
"Little colored girl say'I got a nose, you got a nose.'"I gives her little snout a tweak. She got to reach up and do the same to me.
"Little white girl say,'I got toes, you got toes.' And I do the little thing with her toes, but she can't get to mine cause I got my white work shoes on.
"'So we's the same. Just a different color', say that little colored girl. The little white girl she agreed and they was friends. The End."
Baby Girl just look at me. Law, that was a sorry story if I ever heard one. Wasn't even no plot to it. But Mae Mobley, she smile and say, "Tell it again."

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  • Johnny Foote: Listen, Celia finally told me about the babies. All of them. But I also know that the minute you started working here, she started getting better. You saved her life.

    Minny Jackson: You mean, you knew I'd been working here this whole time?

    Johnny Foote: Fried chicken and okra the first night? I mean, you all could have at least put some cornpone on the table.

    Minny Jackson: No, I can't let you eat no more cornpone, Mr. Johnny.

    Johnny Foote: Well, thanks to you, now I've have to let out every pair of pants I own.

  • Minny Jackson: [to Skeeter] You ain't got nothing left here but enemies in the Junior League. You done burned every bridge there is. And you ain't never gonna get another man in this town, everybody know that. So don't walk your white butt to New York, run it!