In collusion with McMurphy, Bromden fights against the black orderlies, whom he had once obeyed without question because of mistreatment of the ward patients with their humiliating cleansing-“...lined up nude against the tile... squirting a stinking salve thick and sticky as egg white” on patients who went on the fishing trip (233). Most crucially, however, in his dreaded meeting of the electroshock therapy, he confronts his repressed memories and realizes his ability to alter them, signifying his emancipated ability to make his own choices. He portrays this conviction upon regaining consciousness: “It’s fogging a little, but I won’t slip off and hide in it. No...never again… I had them beat” (248-249). Herald a hero and gleaming like a beacon of light, Bromden returns to the ward anew: “I walked to our day room… everybody’s face turned up to me with a different look they’d ever given me before”
In collusion with McMurphy, Bromden fights against the black orderlies, whom he had once obeyed without question because of mistreatment of the ward patients with their humiliating cleansing-“...lined up nude against the tile... squirting a stinking salve thick and sticky as egg white” on patients who went on the fishing trip (233). Most crucially, however, in his dreaded meeting of the electroshock therapy, he confronts his repressed memories and realizes his ability to alter them, signifying his emancipated ability to make his own choices. He portrays this conviction upon regaining consciousness: “It’s fogging a little, but I won’t slip off and hide in it. No...never again… I had them beat” (248-249). Herald a hero and gleaming like a beacon of light, Bromden returns to the ward anew: “I walked to our day room… everybody’s face turned up to me with a different look they’d ever given me before”