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The Lemon Orchard short summary
Describe the alienation and isolation depicted in the lemon orchard
Summary of The Lemon Orchard by Alex La Guma
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The Lemon Orchard
"Hello? Somebody there?" A creaking sound came from the lightweight
plywood door. "Hello?" Suddenly a tremendous crashing sound came, as
the cheap door swung open, falling away from the very hinges holding
it in place. I leapt up from my straw and grass filled bed, only to be
hit on the head with a heavy metal object, knocking me into
semi-unconsciousness. The last thing I remember is being dragged,
semi- naked across the rough earth floor, before falling into pitch
blackness.
I do not know how long I was unconscious for, but it must have been
only a few minutes, as I could see the log fire, used for heating the
small shack, still burning. I grunted and the group of kidnappers
stopped dead. Two hands came down and hauled me to my feet. I tried to
get my bearings but fell over.
From the dark, cold night, lighted only by the faint glow of a lantern
a voice said, "Don't go so fast". I recognised immediately the
Afrikaans accent of someone who was not totally familiar with the
English language. I knew already what the 'charge', which I had been
accused of, was: daring to take two white men to court. "It is as dark
as a Kaffirs soul out here". It was clear that these men were racists,
as they openly insulted me and black people in general. I quickly
discovered that the object I had been hit with earlier was a shotgun
and the man holding it appeared to be the 'Oom', or boss of the gang.
I feared this man the most, as I was in no doubt that he could or
would kill me at any moment, without remorse, right here in the lemon
orchard which we were travelling through.
Only then did the cold hit me, now that the fear and adrenaline had
somewhat calmed down. I realised I was shaking uncontrollably. One of
the men spoke and told Oom that he was cold, even though he was
wearing heavy clothing. "Cold?" said Oom, "Are you colder than this
During Forman’s case with “Brandon” he began to notice that the courts convicting so many black males were in fact not white, but black. “It wasn’t
.guilty. . .guilty. . .guilty. . .” (211). By using only four guilty’s, Lee is able to demonstrate that the word of two white people has a greater effect than that of an African American even though the man who was put up for his life had not harmed, nor had he ever damaged anything he came into contact with.
Another example, on page 101, "The entire system of the judiciary of this country is in the hands of white people. To this add the fact of the inherent prejudice against colored people, and it will be clearly seen that a white jury is certain to find a Negro prisoner guilty if there is the least evidence to warrant such a finding. " Meredith Lewis was arrested, but not convicted of a charge.
Several groups of white and black men rode the trains in the thirties for transportation. One night a group of white men started a fight with the black men in the train, which led to them getting kicked off. Later on in the case it is proved that the white men start the fight because both of the men have different stories and one of them admits to starting it all. After the white men were kicked off of the train it was ridden to the next stop somewhere in Alabama. Upon arriving at the station the black men and the white women were arrested for vagrancy. While talking to the police the women accused all of the black men of raping them. These women were known prostitutes of the area but their word was still taken over the black men who were accused. Twelve days later the trial took place. There were many witnesses that held bias towards the black men. One acquaintance of the women was a white lady who refused to support the lies that were coming out of the white women's mouths. One physician stated that two of the men were so badly crippled that they were incapable of committing such a crime. This wa...
... and out of my lungs as I breath, the thunderous beating in my ears is starting to resend. I look around and realize that I have fallen less than halfway to the ground. I am a live, but my job isn't done yet. I pulled my feet together and make two perfect bounds to the ground below.
The original trials of the Scottsboro Boys, presided by Judge Hawkins, were unfair. Haywood Patterson wrote that as he and the Boys were herded into the Scottsboro courthouse by the National Guard, a horde of white men, women, and children had gathered outside, ready to lynch them. He “heard a thousand times… ‘We are going to kill you niggers!’” (Patterson 21). The atmosphere around the courthouse on the day of the trials was like Barnum and Bailey’s and the Ringling Brother’s...
This can be exemplified by the fate suffered by the Scottsboro boys after they were accused of raping two white women. Although there was no evidence to prove their guilt, the all-white juries in their trials still found them guilty and sentenced them to life in prison (Pettengill, 10-5-2015). This unjust approach towards African Americans is portrayed in Bigger’s trial and is highlighted by Max’s words “And not only is this man a criminal, but a black criminal. And as such, he comes into court under handicap, notwithstanding our pretensions that all are equal before the law” (Wright, 1518). The trial is not truly representative of justice, but just a show for the public, and allowing an all-white jury to decide on Bigger’s fate is unfair because their minds are already conditioned by the press of the nation which has already reached a decision as to his guilt. Using Bessie’s body, not as real evidence, but to incite anger in the jurors and to make them see Bigger as a true criminal and sway their decision into an affirmative guilty decision shows how once again, a black body is being exploited by whites to uphold their prejudiced views of African Americans.
in the time it takes a match to burn, and thus cannot be very long.
“On the count of three lift...one, two, three” said another working man. Instantly, I felt a pain shoot through my entire body and my legs began seeping blood at a vigorous rate, causing the men to quickly put me down. I cried out in misery, tears running down my face, while the working men contemplated on what to do with me.
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
His pose screamed power. His broad shoulders held high. His Doc Martens legs astride, he loomed ominously in my face.
As I sat up and looked around, I realized that I must have been asleep