These were the condemned men, due to be hanged within the next week or two." He goes on: "In some of them brown silent men were squatting at the inner bars, with their blankets draped round them. The 10 by 10 feet cells look "like small animal cages". In the first para, Orwell lets the readers know what the jail looks like. However, let me elucidate that the story takes place in Burma and not in India. The criminal is accompanied by six Indian jail wardens. He goes on: "In some of them brown silent men were squatting at the inner bars, GEORGE Orwell's essay "The Hanging" describes in vivid detail about a Hindu prisoner who is being led to the gallows where he is to be executed by hanging. GEORGE Orwell's essay "The Hanging" describes in vivid detail about a Hindu prisoner who is being led to the gallows where he is to be executed by hanging. It's different now the map is no longer red and despite the vast propaganda machine of the BBC spreading the language and it's left-wing views, no one gives a damn with the Englishmen say any more, their authority has totally gone.more This is Empire and this is how we proceed. In The Hanging, the Superintendant didn't give a damn for those around him whether beast or man, he had a job to do and didn't question it. He had a job to do and they were going to make him do it for their own benefit. His strength was turned against him by the crowds who had no power other than pressure to force those in authority to follow the rules they had set down. And one moment can build upon another until amity if not equality may be achieved.īut to me Shooting an Elephant was all about Orwell as the reluctant representative of Empire and the only one allowed to bear arms, being forced into doing what the Indians wanted against his will. If they laugh with him, he has gained a victory, he is one of them at least for the moment.
And so he tells gruesome and slightly disgusting stories to ingratiate himself with the masters he wishes were his peers. He doesn't want to be identifed with the Indians who are the subject race and liable to be hung or commanded to execute one of themselves, he wants to be identified with those that wear pith helmets, white gloves and give the orders. the man of mixed blood with one foot in each camp. In between Orwell and the Superintendant is the Eurasian. It is a terrible thing they are doing, taking away a life and a great worry to him. The observer, Orwell, doesn't feel like this, is horrified, this was a man right to the last second, and his life mattered. The day's routine can proceed with scarcely a delay, almost no disturbance, it will be forgotten shortly, just another day. Now the job is done, the Superintendant is happier. He was scarcely human before, just a job to be done before breakfast, now he's not human at all, just a body, poke him with a stick. As soon as he gives the order for the condemned Indian to hang, the deed is done, the Superintendant pokes the newly-dead man with a stick.
He is from the land where timetables matter and it is already 8 minutes past the time ordained for the condemned man's death. The Superintendant is a doctor, the man who heals, who does his best to preserve life.
The Hanging is the occupier, the White man, the representative of Empire just doing his job in a cold and dispassionate way. To me they are radically different in feeling. He is from the land where timetables matter and it is already 8 minutes past the tim Some reviews have said that this story and Shooting an Elephant are similar in feeling and intent. Some reviews have said that this story and Shooting an Elephant are similar in feeling and intent.
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