Experiences And Challenges In Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man

Stories are often left untold or forgotten. The stories that are deemed profound or are remembered are of fact or evident to the masses. The stories that make up history, such as the African Americans’ fight for equality, are made up of concrete events that were witnessed. On the contrary, stories like the narrator’s in Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man are generally overlooked because they are focused on an individual’s experience. This is due to the theory that humanity is naturally self-involved, but also ashamed because the majority of our experiences consist of challenges. The narrator’s story was filled with past humiliations that were the major cornerstones to his identity. He illustrated the significance of embracing our humiliations, or

We simultaneously believe, however, that society is disinterested in an individual’s story. One outcome of this dilemma is that public knowledge can only be built from “something real, some firm ground for action that would lead…onto the plane of history…” (507). In other words, the stories that are remembered are concrete. Individual’s stories are filled with uncertainty and emotions that continuously evolve. Society is too careless to comprehend this complexity. This leads to the other outcome, the narrator suggested, being our inability to understand one another. Our distinct experiences are critical elements in shaping our way of being; yet, they are unknown and figuratively we are

He recognized that the reader could perceive his story to be a rant regarding racial identity, because of the natural tendency to be self-involved. He made a point beyond this assumption and stated that simply being a person, despite his race, he was a disembodied voice. He was an individual with a story that challenged public knowledge on history. More importantly, he shamelessly revealed stories of “hope, desire, fear and hate” that defined his way of being,
“…images of past humiliations flickered through my head and I saw that they are more than separate experiences. They were me; they defined me. I was my experiences and my experiences were me, and no blind men, no matter how powerful they became, even if they conquered the world, could take that, or change one single itch, taunt, laugh, cry, scar, ache, rage or pain of it.”