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Black Feminism in Alice Walker's The Color Purple. Name of course: Bachelor .. The reception of Walker's book involved some masculine bias. Merely the fact. Alice Walker's third novel, The Color Purple, won both the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award for Fiction. Written in an epistolary form, it is. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, this novel about a resilient and courageous woman has become a Broadway show and a cultural.

Celie quickly falls in love with Shug, and Shug falls in love back. Instead of being submissive and downtrodden, she realizes the full extent of the abuses she has suffered from Mr. This knowledge gives her the strength to leave him. Celie heads off to Memphis with Shug to start a new life. Celie also learns that Nettie is living with the Reverend Samuel and his family, working as a missionary in Africa.

Nettie, Samuel, and the children plan to return from Africa soon. Celie learns that Pa has died. She also finds out that the house that Pa lived in actually has belonged to Celie and Nettie since their mother passed away. Now an independent woman, Celie remains close friends with Shug, although Shug is not faithful or constant in their romantic relationship. Celie also gains a new friend.

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After she left Mr. Celie soon marries Mr. She also confronts Albert. Sofia later punches the town's white mayor. Nettie has become a missionary in Africa and has written countless letters to Celie. Celie confronts her father. That confidence soon turns to fury—over her rapes. By this time. Sofia later confronts Celie about this betrayal.

Celie then turns her attention to protecting her sister. Celie becomes fixated on Shug Avery. Celie eagerly accepts the responsibility of nursing Shug back to health.

Squeak is raped by her uncle. In Memphis. When trying to help Sofia. The two women create a "Sister's Choice" quilt together—the symbolism of quilts permeates much of the novel. Nettie's letters about their shared African heritage are a tonic to Celie.

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With her new-found strength. Celie's mother is quite ill and after cursing Celie. Celie visits Albert. In the first few letters. When Celie discovers Nettie's letters. An alliance forms between Celie. Several years later. Celie encourages Harpo to beat her into submission.

The oldest of Celie's stepchildren. Nettie's letters also demonstrate parallels between Celie's world and the African world. Celie tells God that she has been raped by her father and that she is pregnant for the second time with his child. Sofia's sisters. Sofia is able to leave prison. Just as scraps of cloth come together to form a new.

Harpo's mistress. Note that the novel's title is alluded to in Letter At the novel's end. But the title undoubtedly comes from a passage near the end of the novel. I don't bleed no more. But He won't let her go. He say she too young, no experience.

Say Mr. Plus What about the scandal his wife cause when somebody kill her? And what about all this stuff he hear bout Shug Avery? What bout that? I ast our new mammy bout Shug Avery.

What it is? I ast. She don't know but she say she gon fine out. She do more then that. She git a picture. The first one of a real person I ever seen. She say Mr. Shug Avery was a woman. The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She more pretty then my mama. She bout ten thousand times more prettier then me. I see her there in furs. Her face rouge. Her hair like somethin tail. She grinning with her foot up on somebody motocar.

Her eyes serious tho. Sad some. I ast her to give me the picture. An all night long I stare at it. An now when I dream, I dream of Shug Avery. She be dress to kill, whirling and laughing. But he just ast me what I'm talking bout. I tell him I can fix myself up for him. I duck into my room and come out wearing horsehair, feathers, and a pair of our new mammy high heel shoes.

He beat me for dressing trampy but he do it to me anyway. I'm in the bed crying. Nettie she finally see the light of day, clear. Our new mammy she see it too. She in her room crying.


Nettie tend to first one, then the other. She so scared she go out doors and vomit. But not out front where the two mens is. Well Sir, I sure hope you done change your mind. He say, Naw, Can't say I is. Well, you know, my poor little ones sure could use a mother. Well, He say, real slow, I can't let you have Nettie. She too young. Don't know nothing but what you tell her. Sides, I want her to git some more schooling. Make a schoolteacher out of her. But I can let you have Celie. She the oldest anyway.

She ought to marry first. She ain't fresh tho, but I spect you know that. She spoiled. But you don't need a fresh woman no how.

I got a fresh one in there myself and she sick all the time. He spit, over the railing. The children git on her nerve, she not much of a cook. And she big already. I stop crying I'm so surprise. She ugly. He say. But she ain't no stranger to hard work. And she clean. And God done fixed her. You can do everything just like you want to and she ain't gonna make you feed it or clothe it.

I take out the picture of Shug Avery. I look into her eyes. Her eyes say Yeah, it bees that way sometime. Fact is, he say, I got to git rid of her. She too old to be living here at home. And she a bad influence on my other girls. She'd come with her own linen. She can take that cow she raise down there back of the crib. But Nettie you flat out can't have. Not now. Not never. Clearing his throat.

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I ain't never really look at that one, he say. Well, next time you come you can look at her. Don't even look like she kin to Nettie. But she'll make the better wife. She ain't smart either, and I'll just be fair, you have to watch her or she'll give away everything you own. But she can work like a man. She near twenty. And another thing— She tell lies. All I thought about was Nettie. How she could come to me if I marry him and he be so love struck with her I could figure out a way for us to run away.

Us both be hitting Nettie's schoolbooks pretty hard, cause us know we got to be smart to git away. I know I'm not as pretty or as smart as Nettie, but she say I ain't dumb. The way you know who discover America, Nettie say, is think bout cucumbers. That what Columbus sound like. I learned all about Columbus in first grade, but look like he the first thing I forgot.

She say Columbus come here in boats call the Neater, the Peter, and the Santomareater. Indians so nice to him he force a bunch of 'em back home with him to wait on the queen. But it hard to think with gitting married to Mr. The first time I got big Pa took me out of school. He never care that I love it.

Nettie stood there at the gate holding tight to my hand. I was all dress for first day. You too dumb to keep going to school. Pa say.

Nettie the clever one in this bunch. But Pa, Nettie say, crying, Celie smart too. Even Miss Beasley say so. Nettie dote on Miss Beasley. Think nobody like her in the world. Whoever listen to anything Addie Beasley have to say. She run off at the mouth so much no man would have her.

That how come she have to teach school. He never look up from cleaning his gun. Pretty soon a bunch of white mens come walking cross the yard. They have guns too.

Pa git up and follow 'em. The rest of the week I vomit and dress wild game. But Nettie never give up. Next thing I know Miss Beasley at our house trying to talk to Pa.

She say long as she been a teacher she never know nobody want to learn bad as Nettie and me. But when Pa call me out and she see how tight my dress is, she stop talking and go.

Nettie still don't understand. I don't neither. All us notice is I'm all the time sick and fat. I feel bad sometime Nettie done pass me in learnin. But look like nothing she say can git in my brain and stay. She try to tell me something bout the ground not being flat. I just say.

Yeah, like I know it. I never tell her how flat it look to me. The woman he had helping him done quit. His mammy done said No More. Let me see her again. Pa call me. Celie, he say. Like it wasn't nothing. I go stand in the door. The sun shine in my eyes. He's still up on his horse. He look me up and down.

Pa rattle his newspaper. Move up, he won't bite, he say. I go closer to the steps, but not too close cause I'm a little scared of his horse. Turn round.

I turn round. One of my little brothers come up. I think it was Lucious. He fat and playful, all the time munching on something. What you doing that for? Your sister thinking bout marriage. Didn't mean nothing to him. He pull my dresstail and ast can he have some blackberry jam out the safe. I say. She good with children. Pa say, rattling his paper open more.

Never heard her say a hard word to nary one of them. Just give 'em everything they ast for, is the only problem. That cow still coming? Her cow. He twelve. His mama died in his arms and he don't want to hear nothing bout no new one. He pick up a rock and laid my head open. The blood run all down tween my breasts. His daddy say Don't do that!

But that's all he say. He got four children, instead of three, two boys and two girls. The girls hair ain't been comb since their mammy died. I tell him I'll just have to shave it off. Start fresh. He say bad luck to cut a woman hair. So after I bandage my head best I can and cook dinner— they have a spring, not a well, and a wood stove look like a truck— I start trying to untangle hair. They only six and eight and they cry.

They scream. They cuse me of murder. By ten o'clock I'm done. They cry theirselves to sleep. But I don't cry. I lay there thinking bout Nettie while he on top of me, wonder if she safe.

And then I think bout Shug Avery. I know what he doing to me he done to Shug Avery and maybe she like it. I put my arm around him. I seen my baby girl. I knowed it was her. She look just like me and my daddy. Like more us then us is ourself. She be tagging long hind a lady and they be dress just alike. They pass the wagon and I speak. The lady speak pleasant. My little girl she look up and sort of frown.

She fretting over something. She got my eyes just like they is today. Like everything I seen, she seen, and she pondering it.

I think she mine. My heart say she mine. But I don't know she mine. If she mine, her name Olivia. I embroder Olivia in the seat of all her daidies.

I embrody lot of little stars and flowers too. He took the daidies when he took her. She was bout two month old. Now she bout six. I clam down from the wagon and I follow Olivia and her new mammy into a store. I watch her run her hand long side the counter, like she ain't interested in nothing. Her ma is buying cloth. She say Don't touch nothing. Olivia yawn. That real pretty, I say, and help her mama drape a piece of cloth close to her face. She smile. Gonna make me an my girl some new dresses, she say.

Her daddy be so proud. Who her daddy, I blurt out. It like at last somebody know. But that ain't my daddy name. Who he? She look like I ast something none of my bidniss. The Reverend Mr. Girl you want that cloth or not? We got other customers sides you. She say. Yes sir. I want five yards, please sir. He snatch the cloth and thump down the bolt. He don't measure. When he think he got five yard he tare it off. That be a dollar and thirty cent, he say. You need thread?

She say, Naw suh.

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You can't sew thout thread. He pick up a spool and hold it gainst the cloth. That look like it bout the right color. Don't you think. She say, Yessuh. He start to whistle. Take two dollars. Give her a quarter back. He look at me. You want something gal?

I say, Naw Suh. I trail long behind them on the street. I don't have nothing to offer and I feels poor. She look up and down the street. He ain't here. She say like she gon cry. Who ain't? He took the wagon. My husband wagon right here, I say.

She clam up. I thank you kindly, she say. Us sit looking at all the folks that's come to town. I never seen so many even at church. Some be dress too. Some don't hit on much. Dust git all up the ladies dress. She ast me Who is my husband, now I know all bout hers. She laugh a little. I say Mr. Sure nuff? Like she know all about him. Just didn't know he was married. He a fine looking man, she say. Not a finer looking one in the county. White or black, she say.

He do look all right, I say. But I don't think about it while I say it. Most times mens look pretty much alike to me. How long you had your little girl? Oh, she be seven her next birthday. When that? She think back. Then she say, December. I think, November. I say, real easy. What you call her? She say, oh, we calls her Pauline. My heart knock. Then she frown. But I calls her Olivia. Why you call her Olivia if it ain't her name?

Well, just look at her, she say sort of impish, turning to look at the child, don't she look like a Olivia to you? Look at her eyes, for god's sake. Somebody ole would have eyes like that. So I call her ole Livia. She chuckle. Olivia, she say, patting the child hair. Well, here come the Reverend Mr. I see a wagon and a great big man in black holding a whip. We sure do thank you for your hospitality.

And I git it and laugh. It feel like to split my face. Clam up in the wagon. Set down. Say real slow. What you setting here laughing like a fool fer?

She run way from home. She say she hate to leave our stepma, but she had to git out, maybe fine help for the other little ones. The boys be alright, she say. They can stay out his way. When they git big they gon fight him. Maybe kill, I say. How is it with you and Mr. But she got eyes.

He still like her. In the evening he come out on the porch in his Sunday best. She be sitting there with me shelling peas or helping the children with they spelling. Helping me with spelling and everything else she think I need to know.

No matter what happen, Nettie steady try to teach me what go on in the world. And she a good teacher too. It nearly kill me to think she might marry somebody like Mr. All day she read, she study, she practice her handwriting, and try to git us to think. Most days I feel too tired to think.

But Patient her middle name. They say Celie, I want dis. Celie, I want dat. Our Mama let us have it. They try to get his tention, he hide hind a puff of smoke.

Don't let them run over you, Nettie say. You got to let them know who got the upper hand. They got it, I say. But she keep on. You got to fight. But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive. That's a real pretty dress you got on, he say to Nettie. Thank you. Them shoes look just right. Your skin. Your hair. Your teefs. Everyday it something else to make miration over. First she smile a little. Then she don't look no special way at all.

She just stick close to me. She tell me. He try to give her a compliment, she pass it on to me. After while I git to feeling pretty cute. Soon he stop. He say one night in bed. Well, us done help Nettie all we can. Now she got to go. Where she gon go? I don't care, he say. I tell Nettie the next morning.

Stead of being mad, she glad to go. Say she hate to leave me is all. Us fall on each other neck when she say that. I sure hate to leave you here with these rotten children, she say. Not to mention with Mr. It's like seeing you buried, she say. It's worse than that, I think. If I was buried, I wouldn't have to work. But I just say. Never mine, never mine, long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along. But I only got one thing to give her, the name of Reverend Mr. I tell her to ast for his wife.

That maybe she would help. She the only woman I even seen with money. Nothing but death can keep me from it. She never write. G-O-D, Two of his sister come to visit.

They dress all up. Celie, they say. One thing is for sure. You keep a clean house. It not nice to speak ill of the dead, one say, but the truth never can be ill. Annie Julia was a nasty 'oman bout the house. She never want to be here in the first place, say the other.

Where she want to be? At home. Well that's no excuse, say the first one. Her name Carrie, other one name Kate. When a woman marry she spose to keep a decent house and a clean family. Why, wasn't nothing to come here in the winter time and all these children have colds, they have flue, they have direar, they have newmonya, they have worms, they have the chill and fever. They hungry. They hair ain't comb.

They too nasty to touch. I touch 'em. Say Kate. And cook. She wouldn't cook. She act like she never seen a kitchen. She hadn't never seen his. Was a scandal, say Carrie. He sure was, say Kate. What you mean? I mean he just brought her here, dropped her, and kept right on running after Shug Avery.

That what I mean. Nobody to talk to, nobody to visit. He be gone for days. Then she start having babies. And she young and pretty. Not so pretty, say Carrie, looking in the looking glass. Just that head of hair. She too black. Well, brother must like black. Shug Avery black as my shoe. Shug Avery, Shug Avery, Carrie say. I'm sick of her. Somebody say she going round trying to sing. Umph, what she got to sing about. Say she wearing dresses all up her leg and headpieces with little balls and tassles hanging down, look like window dressing.

My ears perk up when they mention Shug Avery. I feel like I want to talk about her my own self. They hush. I'm sick of her too, say Kate, letting out her breath. And you right about Celie, here. Good housekeeper, good with children, good cook. Brother couldn't have done better if he tried. I think about how he tried. This time Kate come by herself.

She maybe twenty-five. Old maid. She look younger than me. Eyes bright. Tongue sharp. Buy Celie some clothes. She say to Mr. She need clothes? Well look at her. It like he looking at the earth. It need somethin? She go with me in the store. I think what color Shug Avery would wear. She like a queen to me so I say to Kate, Somethin purple, maybe little red in it too.

But us look an look and no purple. Plenty red but she say, Naw, he won't want to pay for red. Too happy lookin. We got choice of brown, maroon or navy blue. I say blue. I can't remember being the first one in my own dress. Now to have one made just for me. I try to tell Kate what it mean.

I git hot in the face and stutter. It's all right, Celie. You deserve more than this. Maybe so. I think. Harpo, she say. Harpo the oldest boy. Harpo, don't let Celie be the one bring in all the water. You a big boy now. Time for you to help out some. Women work, he say. Women work. I'm a man. You're a trifling nigger, she say.

You git that bucket and bring it back full. He cut his eye at me. Stumble out. I hear him mutter somethin to Mr. She stay out on the porch talking a little while, then she come back in, shaking. Got to go, Celie, she say. She so mad tears be flying every which way while she pack. You got to fight them, Celie, she say.

I can't do it for you. You got to fight them for yourself. I don't say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead.

She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don't fight, I stay where I'm told. But I'm alive. Cause she my wife. Plus, she stubborn. All women good for— he don't finish. He just tuck his chin over the paper like he do.

Remind me of Pa. Harpo ast me. How come you stubborn? He don't ast How come you his wife? Nobody ast that. Just born that way, I reckon. He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.

Harpo say, I love Somebody. He say, A Girl. You do? Us plan to marry. Marry, I say. You not old enough to marry. I is, he say. I'm seventeen. She fifteen. Old enough. What her mama say, I ast. Ain't talk to her mama. What her daddy say? Ain't talk to him neither.

Well, what she say? Us ain't never spoke. He duck his head. He ain't so bad looking. Tall and skinny, black like his mama, with great big bug eyes.

Where yall see each other? I see her in church, he say. She see me outdoors. She like you? I don't know.Corrine, noticing that her adopted children resemble Nettie, wonders if Samuel fathered the children with her. He chop bout three chops then he don't chop again. Any woman be proud. But I only got one thing to give her, the name of Reverend Mr. Nettie confesses to Samuel and Corrine that she is in fact the children's biological aunt.

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