Comparing The Lone Ranger And Tonto Fistfight In Heaven

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Many intriguing characters in literature are devised from the apprehension minorities have encountered with society in the pursuit of the American Dream. Oppressed by racism and societal pressures, the protagonists of our two stories attempt to gain realistic perspective as their desires to defy stereotypes are perpetuated and they struggle to break limits and overcome invisible constraints set by their respective races. This has been well presented in “The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven” penned by Sherman Alexie who blatantly exposes the assumed societal roles of Native American Indians throughout history and “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin who highlights a black man’s plight in the slums of Harlem. This is not only painted through …show more content…

However, “Sonny’s Blues” is narrated by his brother, whose name is never mentioned and whose thoughts we are made partial to. It is easy to hate Sonny in this narrative; it seems like Sonny and some of his friends try to justify his drug use, and it is easy to feel that there is no justification for becoming a heroin addict and instigating such levels of pain on others. His suffering can actually be felt as readers are exposed to his. On some levels he represents hopelessness, and most readers can probably feel for such a man who saw no other way out of his troubled life than to turn to drugs. Sonny expresses, “I was all by myself at the bottom of something, stinking and sweating and crying and shaking, and I smelled it, you know? My stink, and I thought I'd die if I couldn't get away from it and yet, all the same, I knew that everything I was doing was just locking me in with it.” (p218) Likewise, Victor in “The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven,” struggles to find his place in a white man’s world. Alexie might have done so to indicate that Victor was bereft of singularity and selfhood as a member of the Spokane Tribe, as he became another Indian returning to the reservation without anything but his heritage to show. When asked what he would do with the rest of his life, Victor pronounced, “Don’t know…” He went on to think, “…I was special, a former college student, a smart kid. I was one of those Indians that was supposed to make it, to rise about the rest of the reservation like a fucking eagle or something. I was the new kind of

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