The Wall Between Us
While reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, I experienced a combination of disturbance and strange familiarity. Atwood’s portrayal of Gilead is brutal but also mirrors certain aspects of real-world experiences, especially in how people adapt to the systems of control and power. The book’s scenes, symbols, and main themes Atwood tends to draw are the traditions of religious justification, women exploitation and objectification, power dynamics, and the journey to love and freedom. Even being a male reader in the world world, I found myself connecting to these themes through my own personal past experiences and history. My reaction comes not from sharing the same oppressions the female characters face, but recognizing how power, fear, and identity shape people in different ways. A powerful object in the novel that seems to be mentioned often is The Wall. Early in the book, Offred and Ofglen walk by during their grocery-run where Offred narrates, “What we’re supposed to feel towards these bodies is hatred and scorn. This isn’t what I feel. These bodies hanging on The Wall are time travelers, anachronisms” (page 31, pdf) For me, it would become weird that I would strangely relate to a wall, but that became the case. The Wall is decorated with dead bodies organized in a certain way to symbolize their punishments and the consequences they’ve deserved for their crimes against Gilead, sometimes having a yellow star next to them to show that they’re a Jew. Personally, I would’ve freaked out but Offred doesn’t seem to show any uneasiness or panic, but learns to adjust her emotions in a way to adapt to an environment of fear. In my own life, The Wall resembles my parents’ strict discipline growing up. I’m not objectifying my parents that they’re literally a wall, but the fact that they instilled great discipline in me and redirected me from the unrighteous things in life that made me the person I am today. They represented a kind of firm, moral, and source of fear when it comes to the daily decisions I make. Whenever I would make bad decisions, their punishment wasn’t cruelty, but rather harsh love meant to correct my growth. Over time, I learnt to associate the fear of their discipline with making more morally right choices, just like how The Wall in Gilead stands as a visible reminder of the consequences of disobedience. In a strange way, The Wall became the reminder of moments in my childhood that shaped me into who I became today because of the discipline I’ve been raised on. It helped me understand why Offred doesn’t blatantly rebel on certain occasions because fear causes people to be silent and obedient. Another scene that deeply impacted me was when Offred reflects on her loss of identity due to the environment of Gilead in how they’re misrepresenting women specifically. Offred says, “I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping.” (page 64, pdf) This occurs as she began to see herself through the role that Gilead had forced upon Offred and other women. The role being a reproductive vessel. Offred no longer felt like a human nor a whole person, but just a body with one singular function. Additionally, she was stripped of her responsibilities, financial state, and relationships simply because of Gilead’s substantial power imbalancement. In Gilead’s hierarchy, men are viewed as more dominant, strong, and having more control over women. Especially on how this hierarchy works–their idea of utilizing women for reproduction, objectification, and lustful desires–exploits women completely and changes their whole entire identity. Even if I have never experienced anything like this level of control, I’ve always become an identity that wasn’t me. In school, I remember how I acted dependent on who I was around with. When I was around the “cool kids” and popular people, it meant that I needed to be humorous, chill, and more overreactive. But over time, being around those types of people did not truly make me a better person. I felt detached from my true self and it felt like I had put on a mask just to feel socially accepted, just like how Offred would obey if only there are guards around but wants freedom at the end of the day. At times, I would be caught under the principal’s hand of mischief by the amount of peer pressure that I’ve gotten to do whatever I needed to please those types of people. Both situations reflect on how environments shape behavior, often in ways that make us feel powerless and put on a show. After all, The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood didn’t just become a book about women exploitation and gender inequality, but causes a deeper connection with the reader to reflect on their own past experiences similar to the characters and events that take place in The Handmaid’s Tale.