I believe that there is a time when lying is ehtically and morally justified. Not all lying is justified obviously, for instance if the lie hurts others or if the lie is to cover up something terrible instead of accepting the consequences of one's actions, but this is not always the case when someone lies. For an example in "Much Ado About Nothing" in act 2 scene 3 and act 3 scene 1 Leonato, Prince, Claudio, Hero, Margaret and Ursula all lie in order to trick Benedick and Beatrice into falling in love with each other. The lying in these scenes is morally justified in my opinion because they were just having innocent fun with Beatrice and Benedick, they were not hurting them in any way. If anything they were helping Beatrice and Benedick because if they had not tricked them , Beatrice and Benedick would have probably never admitted their true feelings to each other and would not have gotten married. The lying to Beatrice and Benedick helped them entirely, therefore it was morally justified.
On the other hand lying is not justified if it involves hurting others in any way. If people are getting hurt because of a lie then then it is ethically wrong to tell a lie in order to sabotage someone else. Another example from "Much Ado About Nothing" is when Don John and Borachio are plotting to seek revenge on Claudio by ruining his marriage to Hero. Don John questions, "How canst thou cross this marriage?" and Borachio replies, "Not honestly, my lord, but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me" (II.2.6-9). This kind of lying is specifically to ruin Claudio's marriage and disgrace Hero because Don John is jealous of Claudio therefore his actions are completely out of revenge. This is clearly wrong on Don John and Borachio's part because they are tryign to hurt Claudio as opposed to trying to help as Claudio, Leonato, Prince, Hero, Margaret and Ursula were doing. To summarize lying can possibly be justified morally and ethically depending on the situation, and whether or not the intentions of the liar are good or evil.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
"Negro" by Langston Hughes
I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
I’ve been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.
I’ve been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.
I’ve been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.
I’ve been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
They lynch me still in Mississippi.
I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
This poem was written by a very famous poet named Langston Hughes. He was a Harlem Renaissance poet which means he lived during the Harlem Renaissance in the 1920's. This was a time when racial pride was represented in the idea that through things like art, music, and literature, blacks could challenge racism. This is highly reflected in all of his poems, especially this one, entitled "Negro". This peom reflects the history of African Americans and the trials and tribulations they endured in the past and continue to endure in the present. Hughes describes himself and his race as having been a slave, worker, singer and victim who suffered descrimination in several different ways from several different people in several different places. By doing this Hughes shows himself, one black man, as the entire black race throughout history. Hughes uses many allusions in this poem, alluding to Julius Caeser, George Washington, and the Woolworth Building to show the large role black people played throughout history.
This poem resonated with me because the events he describes are the real events my ancestors suffered, and enlightens me to how far African-Americans as a people have come. When I read this poem, i feel in touch with my roots all the way back to Africa. In the lines when he says "I am a Negro" (1, 17), I feel as though he is describing me, because although fortunately the word "negro" is no longer used, during his time I would have been considered negro as well. The reader can feel the extreme pain and suffering in his words as he describes the different roles of a "negro". I love this poem because it reminds me where I came from, and the things my ancestors had to face so that I could have the freedoms I have today.
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
I’ve been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.
I’ve been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.
I’ve been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.
I’ve been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
They lynch me still in Mississippi.
I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
This poem was written by a very famous poet named Langston Hughes. He was a Harlem Renaissance poet which means he lived during the Harlem Renaissance in the 1920's. This was a time when racial pride was represented in the idea that through things like art, music, and literature, blacks could challenge racism. This is highly reflected in all of his poems, especially this one, entitled "Negro". This peom reflects the history of African Americans and the trials and tribulations they endured in the past and continue to endure in the present. Hughes describes himself and his race as having been a slave, worker, singer and victim who suffered descrimination in several different ways from several different people in several different places. By doing this Hughes shows himself, one black man, as the entire black race throughout history. Hughes uses many allusions in this poem, alluding to Julius Caeser, George Washington, and the Woolworth Building to show the large role black people played throughout history.
This poem resonated with me because the events he describes are the real events my ancestors suffered, and enlightens me to how far African-Americans as a people have come. When I read this poem, i feel in touch with my roots all the way back to Africa. In the lines when he says "I am a Negro" (1, 17), I feel as though he is describing me, because although fortunately the word "negro" is no longer used, during his time I would have been considered negro as well. The reader can feel the extreme pain and suffering in his words as he describes the different roles of a "negro". I love this poem because it reminds me where I came from, and the things my ancestors had to face so that I could have the freedoms I have today.
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