Introduction:
In this blog I will shed light on my thoughts about My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou). The story is about Margaret, a young servant girl, to an older rich white woman. It takes place in the south during segregation. She was treated poorly and decided to take a stand. At the crucial scene, Margaret breaks an important casserole dish and two green coffee cups belonging to her employer, Mrs. Cullinan. The dishes were special to Mrs. Cullinan because they were passed down from generation to generation in her family. Margaret chose to break these three specific items because they are so valuable to Mrs. Cullinan just like Margaret’s name is valuable to her. Mrs. Cullinan said to Miss Glory, the other housekeeper, “That’s too long, She’s Mary from now on” (Angelo). Mrs. Cullinan is showing that people are still racist and is renaming Margaret for her convenience. She shows us the power she has over Miss Glory and Margaret. Mrs. Cullinan continued to call Margaret by the wrong name until Margaret could no longer take it anymore. To stand up for herself and her self-worth, Margaret chose to break the dishes. “I picked up the casserole and two green glass cup sin readiness. As she rounded the kitchen door I let them fall on the tiled floor” (Angelo). The smashing of the cups was a symbol of Margaret’s patience snapping. Margaret was fed up with being treated less then she deserved. I agree with Margaret’s decision in breaking the dishes and standing up for her rights. A time I decided to refuse an authority figure would be when I was in elementary school. The fifth graders were talking about dying their hair before the famous camping trip. When the principle caught wind of this he made an announcement. Anyone who decided to dye or spray their hair would no longer be allowed on the trip. In fear that we would miss out, no one color sprayed their hair. Instead, we decided to do it at the end of the year. Some friends and I decided that no one had the authority to tell us how we should look besides ourselves. My mother’s words ran through my head “Always take a stand for what you believe in.” So, on one of the last full school days at the end of the year we met up at a certain house and colored our hair pink and green. As soon as we hit the courtyard we got pulled aside by the aids and sent to the principal’s office. He gave us the option of having the nurse wash out your hair and go to class or get a phone call home and get sent home. We all chose to call our parents. My mother arrived and was not angry with me at all. She was glad I stood up for myself and my beliefs. On the bright side, we got a free day off from school.
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