The Outsiders Monologue Essay

Good Morning, Today I will be presenting a monologue about the decision to not go to the rumble by Randy Adderson in the novel, The Outsiders.
I couldn’t go to the rumble. No way. Ever since Bob died I’ve grown tired of fighting. It seemed like a good idea at the time; to get drunk and jump some greasers. Hell, it was my idea. My fault Bob is dead. I know I should have gone to the rumble, to support my West side brothers but I couldn’t, not to see more injury and nothing change. I guess after all, I am a coward.
Cherry told me that the rumble was the end to it all, but I know it isn’t. A week earlier Bob and I had gone out drinking and we thought it was a cool idea to go jump some greasers. They fought back and Bob was dead. Now they want to have a rumble and I know it won’t change a thing and that people will get hurt and I don’t want that on my conscience.

I mean even if the Greasers whipped the Soc’s at the rumble, nothing would have changed.

They still would have been where they were before at the bottom and we still would have been the lucky ones with all of the breaks. What is the point?
Our fighting was the reason Johnny was in the hospital close to death. At the rumble other guys might have been hurt or killed. I could not do it to them. I already felt guilty for Bob’s death - and his mother: she had a nervous breakdown. I didn’t want to cause more damage. Or be around to see it for that

matter.
Ever since Bob’s death and Johnny’s injury my Dad had been breathing down my neck. He thought I was responsible. And I don’t blame him. He told me that if I went to the rumble he would never speak to me again. I didn’t blame him. He made me understand that if I went to the rumble I could get hurt or worse. He also made it clear that any more fights and my future could be ruined.
In the end, the decision was obvious, I had to leave. I knew that I would be labelled a coward. But I saw what they didn’t. The rumble was pointless. Nothing would change and people would get still get injured. As my favourite singer John Lennon said, “One thing that you can’t hide is when you are crippled inside,” and if I went to that rumble I would truly be crippled inside.