“I don’t want to survive. I want to live.”
These are the powerful words of Solomon Northrup, the main
character in 12 Years a Slave. Solomon
is a free African American man who lives with his wife and two young children
in Saratoga, New York. He lives in the most comfortable circumstances that a
black man can hope for in the United States in 1841. However, his security is heartbreakingly
stolen from him when he is kidnapped and sold into slavery in the Deep South. This film narrates Solomon’s twelve years spent in captivity and his
attempts to remain physically alive, mentally sane, and always hopeful that one
day he will be reunited with his family.
12 Years a Slave
was powerful, emotional, and extremely
difficult to watch. While I won’t discuss the film in too much depth, at the
risk of spoiling it for those who have not yet seen it (although, if you haven’t,
I suggest you go right now because it’s absolutely incredible), I want to talk
about the impact the movie had on me personally. I’ve said this before, and I always
feel an intense sense of guilt about it, but it has always been very difficult
for me to imagine slavery in a literal sense. The entire institution seems so
horrific and so unjust that I have a hard time accepting the fact that this
brutality and inhumanity happened every second of every day to actual human
beings in our not so distant past. This film thankfully managed to change my
outlook. First of all, there were multitudes of extremely graphic scenes in
which slaves were beaten, raped, and killed – several of which brought me to
tears. The film did not shy away from uncomfortable subjects, but instead highlighted them. Besides physical terrors, there were also heart-wrenching emotional
scenes, such as when Solomon first wakes up to find himself chained to the
cement floor, or when a mother and her small children are all sold to
separate owners. The children’s screams and begs for their mother had me bawling
in the middle of the theater, but the only thing her new master had to
say about it? “Oh, poor dear. Let’s get you something to eat, some rest, and
your children will soon be forgotten.”
So yes, the movie was mentally taxing to watch. However, I
feel that it is very important that we do so, because it carried such a critical
message. First, it opened my eyes to the very real, very awful circumstances
that African Americans were forced to endure during that time. Second, it
unapologetically and explicitly presented how inhumane and sadistic much of the
white population really was. And now, hopefully it will play a positive role in
erasing racial divisions we still experience to this day. By receiving a
glimpse of the past, we are forced to talk about it. Bringing subjects of
slavery and race out into the open, rather than sweeping it all under the rug, is
the only way that real improvement can be made.