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Orwells Shooting an Elephant
that a rogue elephant has been causing damage in the town. It was a bit of fun to them, as it would be to an English crowd; besides they wanted the meat. Upon the will of prostate peoples" because he observes firsthand the cruel imprisonments and whippings that the British use to enforce their control. The corpse grins with an expression of unendurable agony. These bullets do nothing; the elephant continues to breathe torturously. Burmese trip Orwell during soccer games and hurl insults at him as he walks down the street. I ought, therefore, as the elephant was sideways on, to have aimed straight at his ear-hole, actually I aimed several inches in front of this, thinking the brain would be further forward. In this crucial moment of the story, Orwell articulates the paradox of colonialism. Active Themes, still, Orwell does not want to kill the beast. Evidently, colonialism and the power dynamics it entails are too convoluted to be contained within a single straightforward point of view.
The owner was furious, but he was only an Indian and theory of Equity could do nothing. He is no longer an authority figure, but rather a spectacle, and the force of the Burmese anticipation is beginning to make Orwell feel like he cannot completely control how he handles this matter. Orwell fires again, and the elephant does not fallinstead, it wobbles back onto its feet. At last, after what seemed a long time it might have been five seconds, I dare say he sagged flabbily to his knees. I sent back for my small rifle and poured shot after shot into his heart and down his throat. Yet Orwell concludes, I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white mans dominion in the East. He looked suddenly stricken, shrunken, immensely old, as though the frighfful impact of the bullet had paralysed him without knocking him down. Afterwards, of course, there were endless discussions about the shooting of the elephant. But I did not want to shoot the elephant.
Orwells Shooting an Elephant