a novel written by Ralph Ellison, developed from a short story that formed the novel's initial "Battle Royal" chapter. It was Ellison's only novel published during his lifetime, and it won him the National Book Award in 1953. The novel addresses many of the social and intellectual issues facing the post-civil-war American Black identity, including the relationship between this identity and Marxism, black nationalism, and the reformist racial policies of Booker T. Washington. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
INVISIBLE MAN - MEMOIRS of a BLACK MAN
Written by Don Ghotti
Written by Don Ghotti
What will it take for the Black Man to regain visibility in his own country, his state, his county, his community, his neighborhood, and most importantly his own household? This question is often asked and never answered in today's society. This a short story about the deprecation of the Black Man's value in the demographics above. The story is written solely from a single opinion and will not contain statistics as supporting evidence.
"Good Morning momma" the little boy muttered under his groggy voice. "Good Morning son" the mother responded to her son. "What time is it..." she asked while scurrying to the shower passing her husband who'd just walked into the bathroom to set up the ironing board. The woman was in such a rush that she failed to speak to to her husband. In silence, he goes through his pants and shirt closet attempting to match the right attire with the right shoe. "Have you seen my polo belt..." he yells to his wife from the bathroom into the kitchen. She does not respond while she pours the cereal for the kids. He finally finds the perfect black shoes for his navy blue Ralph Lauren slacks and light blue shirt. The burnt orange Harrod's tie is chosen to make a bold statement in his Ops review meeting this morning. He starts the shower and pills his clothes off as he hear the garage door release and he hears his wife's car leave the driveway. Hmmmm, he searches for his phone in order to send a text message to find out his wife and kids where abouts. Oh well, he disregarded sending the text message and simply dresses himself, grabs his lunch, and hit the door. He could remember thinking "Damn, I must be invisible this morning..."!!!
The man starts his car, adjust his favorite jazz CD, and opens the garage. His neighborhood is predominantly upper middle class white folks with at least a bachelor degree to their credit. He'd reversed the car and started forward as he pulls towards the end of the driveway. Several neighbors pass him as he waves his hand in an attempt to acknowledge them. For some reason no one seems to see him this morning. This puzzles the gentleman as he pulls into traffic headed to work.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Good Morning momma" the little boy muttered under his groggy voice. "Good Morning son" the mother responded to her son. "What time is it..." she asked while scurrying to the shower passing her husband who'd just walked into the bathroom to set up the ironing board. The woman was in such a rush that she failed to speak to to her husband. In silence, he goes through his pants and shirt closet attempting to match the right attire with the right shoe. "Have you seen my polo belt..." he yells to his wife from the bathroom into the kitchen. She does not respond while she pours the cereal for the kids. He finally finds the perfect black shoes for his navy blue Ralph Lauren slacks and light blue shirt. The burnt orange Harrod's tie is chosen to make a bold statement in his Ops review meeting this morning. He starts the shower and pills his clothes off as he hear the garage door release and he hears his wife's car leave the driveway. Hmmmm, he searches for his phone in order to send a text message to find out his wife and kids where abouts. Oh well, he disregarded sending the text message and simply dresses himself, grabs his lunch, and hit the door. He could remember thinking "Damn, I must be invisible this morning..."!!!
The man starts his car, adjust his favorite jazz CD, and opens the garage. His neighborhood is predominantly upper middle class white folks with at least a bachelor degree to their credit. He'd reversed the car and started forward as he pulls towards the end of the driveway. Several neighbors pass him as he waves his hand in an attempt to acknowledge them. For some reason no one seems to see him this morning. This puzzles the gentleman as he pulls into traffic headed to work.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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