Yolo, it’s been a long time since the last blog post. Anyways, the first paragraph is a brief personal anecdote(if you want the detailed account, click here), followed by a comparison/analysis with The Crucible. 

 

Brief Story(alert: you should read the link and skip this)

It was five years ago, when I wasn’t at KAS but at a local school, but that memory is still vivid inside my brain.

Simply put, knowing I was there watching the entire scene coldly(yep coldly), my teacher forced me to turn in my classmates, who fought at the pedestrian street using brooms. I remained silent until my teacher threatened to punish everyone in our class for my insubordination. The sudden increase in responsibility and outburst of pressure led to my confession, just like what Tituba faces in The Crucible. 

Confession or silence is like black or white. No one knows which is better. NO one. 

Analysis on Tituba’s Confession

It is a confession on something that never happens… The confession is caused by pressure.

In The Crucible, Abigail Williams, a great liar, falsely accuses Tituba of demonstrating demonic arts on her, forcing her to ally with the devil.(who knows if it exists) Tituba, enduring the intense whipping from Reverend Parris and facing the stern interrogation by Reverend Hale, originally pleads innocence and states Abigail Williams was lying, but as the activity gets more violent, Tituba succumbs to corporal pain and psychological suffering. She eventually turns herself in for witchcraft, of which she has never experienced. 

There is no devil unless it is forced out of us. 

 

Pressure and responsibility can make an innocent person confess for the benefits of himself/herself and of the public.(one might most likely confess if denial represents death and confession means survival)

Sacrificing purity, honesty, and integrity for an easier road is much more common than holding values eternally. Even a strong-minded, high self-esteem individual like me(probably bragging but whatever) put down my values(self esteem) and align myself with an “easier path for others.”

Such irony is unfortunate. Such lie is everywhere. Such confession is broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. 

 

Little Note

If you haven’t read the full story I have linked above, YOU are really BROKEN. Here’s your final chance to salvage yourself from breaking apart.