Good Christians – The Help #3
After I saw the film, one of the scenes from The Help that stayed with me was where Hilly (the worst of the racist white women) tells her black maid that she will not loan her the money to help her twin sons attend college because she is a good Christian, and Christians don’t help people who can help themselves. Fast forward to today, and we still have people with this kind of philosophy – it’s as though they skipped the entire New Testament.
Back to Hilly: I read though page 332 (through chapter 25), and Hilly in this book is far worse than the one in the film. After the infamous toilet scene (I think it was in the trailers), she gets her husband to install the toilets into segregated bathrooms as part of her “home health sanitation initiative.” This “good Christian” can easily destroy someone else’s life if they do anything to cross her. And her friends might not agree with her, but she manages to keep them under her control – they seem to admire her, but maybe it’s just fear.
It seems that a major purpose of the League (led by Hilly) is to raise funds for “The Poor Starving Children of Africa” – Skeeter tries to point out the irony of this, but she misses it completely. My mom has always said that “charity begins at home” but I think sometimes people find it easier to contribute to an idea rather than something in their immediate vicinity. And of course they are doing something, which is a good thing, and there are plenty of worthy causes that are outside of our immediate surroundings. I guess what I’m trying to say is that what matters most is how we treat people right next to us – that comes first.
I wish I could have heard Stockett’s thought process when she was writing the following scene:
“Lord, I say, getting irritated all over again. “What am I doing? I must be crazy, giving the sworn secrets a the colored race to a white lady.”
“It’s just Miss Skeeter, she ain’t like the rest.”
“Feel like I’m talking behind my own back,” I say….”I just… I want things to be better for the kids,” I say. “But it’s a sorry fact that it’s a white woman doing this.”
I should probably let it go already, but she is a white woman writing a book about a white woman writing a book about black women – what was she thinking put that dialogue in there? Is she saying that someone else should have written this story but since no one did, she took care of it? Is she acknowledging that she might be crossing a line by writing this book in the way she did?
I can’t let it go because some of her choices are downright awful – it’s as though she looked up every negative stereotype about people of color and made sure not to miss a single one. We have the woman with a ton of kids, and of course she conceived the first one as a teenager – in a car. We have the woman beaten by her drunk man, the one she swore she wouldn’t be with after growing up with a drunk father – A white woman figures out her secret, but only because she “saw things” while she was being raised in a “white trash” family. And there is that one scene where a black woman stares at a roach (crawling on the floor in her house – she actually mentions roaches more than once in describing the maids’ homes) – she compares her skin color with the color of the roach. Are you kidding me?
The bit I liked in this section was a conversation between two of the maids about whether color/social lines really exit. Is it alright to be honest with someone of a different race? How honest? How much can you care without crossing the line? The book is set during the Civil Right Movement, but I guess some people have those questions today, too. Look at any high school cafeteria and you will see how segregated it is – my students tell me that they spend most of their time with people from their own race/ethnicity. Why? Because “that’s just the way it is.”
