WHO IS WITHOUT SIN...

So yes, we've been working with this book called "The absolutely true diary of a part-time Indian". Haven't you read it yet? Well, let me tell you that you should -or you could watch the movie as well: Film Adaptation (trailer)

Junior, the main character, is an indian teen who was born with "water on his brain". He lives in a reservation (the rez) despised by americans, plus he's an ill guy so he's despised by his peers, too.

You see, it's not only what happens to the main character -because of who he is or where he is from- what makes this book so cool (to me), but the way the book is written, I mean the words, the metaphors and the writer's way of thinking... Yes, I find him pretty clever.

I'd like to analize the chapter called "Hope against Hope", because I believe is pretty much one of the most moving chapters of the book.

In his geometry class, Junior found out that the book that he was learning from is the same book that his mother did learn from about 30 years ago. He had realized they were helpless and he felt so angry about it that he threw the book away and it hit his teacher, Mr. P, breaking his nose.

After that Mr. P decided to have this very important conversation with Junior, which helped him make the biggest decision of his life: to finally leave the rez.

It's really moving the way Mr. P talks to Junior, he was like confessing his sins to the kid and you could feel he was truly sorry for what he had done in the past; he hurt physically and mentally, the indian kids back then, until they gave up their culture. He killed their culture, but he didn't want to do it anymore.

Mr. P saw a glow in Junior that no other kid in the rez had, he believed that Junior had thrown that book away because he still had hope, like a sign that he was refusing to give up while his classmates and all the people in the rez had already given up. Mr. P knew that Junior deserved better and that's why he tells him that the only way for him to keep his hope is leaving the reservation.

What we see in this chapter is completly heartbreaking, I mean, does you're culture defines your worth? So, because you're indian (and not NORTHamerican) you're worthless? It's really sad the fact that you have to walk away from you're "home" (or the place you were born in) to somewhere else so you can find a better life. A life that you could've perfectly had there if they had respected you, your culture and your hope, if they had helped you to keep those things.

People don't respect anything or anybody they consider less than them, and the truth is that they consider EVERYthing and EVERYbody less than them - and when I mean people, I include us as well... "Who is without sin, cast the first stone", anyone?...