all it was a dream. George had got this idea into Lennies head and that’s all he would
talk about until you started to talk about George. This is when I realised that George
was really special to Lennie even more special than them damn rabbits. I sat there
trying to torment this vulnerable fellow just for my self enjoyment really and I hit a
nerve when I said “what if George don’t come back” constantly and the white,
strong, tall disheartened lost and confused male stood up and shook the dear life out
of me. I backed up scared like the cold hearted black man that I am not. It was a
moment of madness all my life being taunted by white people and now I thought I
could get some revenge I would be the white guy and he the black but no it was a
stupid thought. Lennie then backed up and was calm once again and he still was
going on about how he was going to tend the rabbits” the more I thought about the
idea the more stupid the idea seemed. Then once again my privacy would be ignored
and George or “God” came in and looked dumbfounded and kind of embarrassed to
see Lennie sitting in my “room”. Lennie filled with excitement and enjoyment and
George said “what are you doing sitting in here” to which Lennie replied “i seen the
light on”. I looked in amazement and it finally hit me Lennie does not no a thing
about the issue of race. Then once again my privacy would be ignored when Candy
came and he too was embarrassed to find Lennie sitting in my “room”. Something
else hit me then that I was not meant to know about the land they dreamed of but the
way George was talking about it and the more I thought about the land it could
happen. This is when I thought to myself I could join this trio and I too could help
farm and help out on this land and without thinking I said “could I come with you
and live on this land”. I then thought you stupid fool you are black who would want a
Negro this is my purpose to be alone in a dark, stinking and unhealthy stable it wasn’t
a room just a whole on the side of a stable really. Then to my amazement they said it
would be ok to work on the land with them and for once in my life I felt accepted in
society. As me and my future work pals were talking my privacy would be totally
ignored as Curly’s bitch of a wife came in the room flaunting herself as usual and in
her flirtatious voice she said “ has anyone seen my Curly?”. So far I have been able
to control my anger until that bitch walked in. She’s the devil in disguise she flirts
with you then tells her hero of a husband bout it and you get the rap. Well no more
someone had to stand up to this so me thinking I would be a hero for a change a don’t
no what I was thinking. I stood up and blurted out “you have no right coming in here
leave”. When I finished my sentence I realised what am I doing she could have me
strung up and killed. So she started shouting at me saying things like “hey Niger I
could get you strung up you are nothing etc.” but it felt good for a few seconds a I am
human humans lose there cool. Soon enough she left and then Curly came asking the
same questions as ever “ anyone seen my wife” same usual reply “no she maybe in
the barn” the usual as you do try to get rid of him as quick as possible. Anyway back
to Lennie I had never seen anyone like him before he was so strong he had the
strength of 2 men at least even though wasn’t all there in the head I don’t think he
knew his own strength and this strength would lead to his own fait.
The more I thought about the dream the more I wanted it. The dream would
have happened and I repeat happened if Lennie didn’t kill that bitch even though she
deserved it she ruined my dream, my hopes and now what am I going to do work in
this stupid ranch with still no one to talk to but the horses how sad am I!!. That would
probably be the best thing to ever happen to that women I mean she is married to
Curly I would rather die than have to see or speak to him. As for the dream it is no
more than a cloud of mist with George gone and Lennie dead why hold onto
something that will never happen?. I will probably die here, what life have I had I
have not had a life and probably will not for I am a lonely disheartened Niger and
there is no place for a person like me.
Peter Henderson English Mrs Olley
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