My Review Of The Elephant Man

The movie The Elephant Man made me cry at least two times. I thought it was an extremely sad movie that represented a lot of the ways that people in my community, including myself, act. The cruelty with which the characters treated John Merrick was hideous. I was very sad when I saw John being treated as an animal several times throughout the movie. I think that in my society, people act this way with others as well. Bullying, racism, and shutting people out, simply because they are different is very common in my community, and I can relate it to the way people acted towards John Merrick.  When people would stare at John, and people would take advantage of him, I found myself questioning whether I had ever done something like that before. I doesn't have to be something like abusing, or calling someone a monster, it could have been simply by alienating someone because of their character, the way they look, where they come from, or what their beliefs are. It made me realize that people can be hurt very easily and sometimes it can be hard for someone else to understand that. Watching the elephant man made me want to change my attitude towards other people because even though Im not doing something that i believe affects them directly, I might be making a huge impact on their daily life. I give this movie five stars for forcing people to question their humanity and allowing the public to see who the real monsters are.

My Name Is John Merrick

Early today Bytes beat me. He whipped me like an animal in front of the child. I wish I had the courage or the strength to stop him but I cant. I am slow and weak and my body does not let me move as easily as other people. Even if i did stand up to him, what am i supposed to do afterwards? I cannot take care of myself, I cannot even walk in the street without causing fear. I am also very sick, so sick in fact, the boy went to go get Dr. Treves from the hospital to come and get me. When he saw me, Bytes told him that I fell, but i think Dr. Treves is smarter than him and knows that he hit me. I hope that he does because i want him to protect me and keep me with him in his hospital. He brought me to a beautiful hospital with a clean room and a nice, soft bed. He fed me and made sure I was comfortable. One nurse came in the room and yelled when she saw me, she gave me a terrible scare. Yet, I am still more comfortable here than anywhere near Bytes. I hope that I can stay here in the hospital where Bytes will never hurt me again and i will be safe and nobody will come to stare at me. I even think Dr. Treves wants to talk to me and it seems he actually cares about me but I am still a little shy about talking to him and its really hard for me to speak because i do not have a lot of practice talking. I think if I practice speaking on my own, I can show Dr. Treves that I am not an imbecile and that I know how to read and write and I can hold conversations like normal people too.

Welcome To My Nightmare

  On one winter night, I had a nightmare I will never forget. It began as I walked through old, run down apartments. They were dark and stormy looking, a horrid green color, and up at the top, the sky was blocked by a giant set of bars. There was no way out of the buildings.  I then moved on into my own apartment which became my restroom. My mother was inside and she was brushing her teeth. I grabbed my own toothbrush and began brushing as well. However, when i looked back up instead of my own  reflection, the devil stood in my place. It was the face of death and a face i will never forget. He had a metal face with three horns resembling short elephant tusks in the place where his mouth should have been. The eyes were black empty holes that held my eyes and that i could not look away from. Feeling the shock of my life, my face quickly showed my dread and I heard my mother yell "Don't show him you are afraid!". However, it was too late. I as looked back into the mirror, my own reflection had returned, but instead of toothpaste in my mouth, it turned to blood that began streaming out and filling my throat till i could no longer breath and began to choke. I ran into the next room, which should have been where my brother and sister were sleeping, however it wasn't. My brother and sister were on a platform, which i quickly ran onto when i realized what was running towards them. The devil had once again appeared and this time it was clear that he was coming to attack. He was going to push us over the edge. I threw my brother onto my back where he clung onto me like a monkey. I could not carry my sister. She was too big and they were both too heavy for me. I ran and ran holding her hand, dragging her aside me. But when it came time to jump, she was too young and was not strong enough to get to the other side. She fell, and she died. My brothers weight pulled me back and he fell. He died. I was able to hod onto the edge be he was not strong enough to hold onto me. I pulled myself up and kept running and he never stopped chasing me.