“No. No. Nono. Nonono” (163), is what goes through Sethe’s head. She picks up an axe, and attempts to kill her two sons and daughter. Unsuccessful, she then picks up a hacksaw and cuts the throat of her baby, her helpless child, her Beloved. As the slave owners finally break in, they see three bloodied, terrified children, a baby dripping with blood, and a soulless mother, with nothing in her eyes but black. Through my perspective, Sethe was clearly wrongful to murder her child. Sethe is the kind of person that thinks that her family is her life. She would do anything to protect her children, even if it means to kill them. However, that doesn’t mean it is right to kill them. In the story Beloved, a common concept is construed throughout the story: as a slave, you must love everything just a little bit so it wouldn’t hurt when you lose it. While this may sound intelligent and reasonable, it is very twisted on many levels, because it is only natural to love your family …show more content…
Can you guess what they feel? Of course, they are equally as terrified as the other people. Evidence #1: It is told in the beginning of the story that the community “steers clear away from 124” (11). This is partially because of the house being haunted, but it also is because they are afraid of Sethe and her actions. Evidence #2: Later in the story, Sethe is fired from her job at a restaurant. The employees and customers were afraid of her because they knew what she had done (251). Nobody would go to the restaurant to eat and work, all because of what Sethe did many years ago. Evidence #3: As the community starts to find out about Beloved’s return to the world and what she is doing (she is starving Sethe and killing her), they become enraged with a fiery passion to drive her out of the house. They decide to march up to 124 and do whatever it takes to save Sethe (258). The community knows that Sethe killed Beloved, and they know that it was a terrible thing to do. They also know that Beloved is killing Sethe this time, and they don’t want a repeat of the horrid