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Bloodchild is a Postcolonial Love Story (Fight Me in the Comments!)

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Recently, I read the work of the Afro-Caribbean anti-colonial philosopher Frantz Fanon in my political theory class, and I was fascinated by how his analysis of colonialism could be applied to "Bloodchild" by Octavia Butler. For Fanon, colonialism is an order that is typified by violence. It is created by violence, first of all, when the colonizer destroys the institutions and self-government of the native to make them submit to colonial power. Overtime, this violence begins to seem normal to the colonizer, it becomes baked into their identity and way of life. They work, go to school, and play in territories seized from the native people, who are constantly being monitored and excluded from such territories by a police state. Their subsistence is often dependent on crops and products created by the natives in exploitative conditions. The violence of colonialism becomes normal to the colonizer, and it creates and reproduces their distinct identity. Because the identity and lif...

Technology, Divinity, and the Apocalypse

Question Investigated: What role do associations between technology and religious imagery play in "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Ray Bradbury and "Speech Sounds" by Octavia Butler? "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Rad Bradbury draws a clear comparison between religion and technology, specifically the functions of the automated house that the story centers around. The text states, "The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing, attending, in choirs. But the Gods had gone away and the ritual of the religion continued, uselessly" (Bradbury 324). Although the text references humans as the Gods technology must serve, I think a closer reading of the text actually complicates that statement. Diving into the story, we immediately see how the house's functions have been tailored for human consumption, in particular that of an idyllic suburban family. The clock announces in a jovial rhyme, " Seven-nine, breakfast, time...