Paradise Road- Creative Essay

I didnt have to, only when I did. It was an order, what other choice did I have? I was merely a low level officer the power was in Hirotos hands. She bust the camp rules, outside dealings, but did she? It was medicine to save vindicated women, innocent women who have been caught up in a war for power, which has resulted in the women seemly the powerless, and me the mightily. Each day I have to dig deep, keep on digging I tell myself, for reasons to be here pride, family honour, dignity for my people, repute what father said japanese be the ones who made the Europeans rich, yet for hundreds of geezerhood the Europeans sceneed down upon us, now its Japans turn, still, my moral scruples has clouded my mind to the atrocities that I have seen, a short cadence ago I was a teacher of a class with fractional Japanese and half European, and they couldnt see any differences, they looked to the inside, why squirtt these officers look to the inside, morality in children is a quality that is requisite now, yet I see the children in the camp being bashed by that brute Tomiashi, I want to help, but Japan is now powerful, Japan must prevail.I passed the fuel to Tanaka, my hand trembling, I wanted to secure onto the bottle, throw it away, throw all this away, is this how far we have come, is the power authentically worth this? Ablaze, my eyes cloud while I have to take myself non to react, I must be strong in move of these European women, the powerful are not weak, they have oppressed me, although I cannot see it, them crying is the first instance of any reminisce of art object emotion since I left my teaching job in the village, I didnt want to leave the students, but the European students had fled with their families and we had instilled in our minds that the powerful nation would prevail, but is power worth this? I feel the muddiness and anguish drop over me like a sheet of chilliness rain that chills you to your spine, this is wrong, this is wrong, bu t its for the great nation, we will be powerful, my brave out feels queasy. Days pass, although I feel no time as my reason feels extinguished, another ladyshe merely spoke, she merely spoke I utter to myself, this is becoming too much, but I tie her to the posts, and insert the precipitate bamboo into the ground, she has disrespected the Emperor she must honour the flag, stuff the emperor I posit to myself, as I watch this innocent women struggle in the Sumatran sun as she fights to stay upright and avoid being impaled.let me run over, let me free her, please I tell my heart, I plead with my heart, but my brain prevents me, its for the nation, we will be powerful, but somehow that ideology is not what drives me to watch on, I am emotionless while watching this torture being committed, stuff the emperor, I hold my fists. The choir lady runs over with water, God bless her, humanity It was not to be, Tomiashi yells and I have to intervene, emotion takes over me, Im no-account I tell her Im sorry, now I know that my heart and my mind are as one, no tally of power is worth this, this innocent women should not be here, she should be at home with her loving family, as should I, shes so beautiful, I look out over her, my wife it is only good luck that it is not her who is baking in the sun, my mind is made, stuff the emperor. Japan loses, Captain Tanaka and the other leading officers trounce about the dishonour, the poverty that Japan will now endure, I look out the window of the officers quarters, and see the women smiling and cheering while Colonel Hirota tells them the news, they are now the powerful, and I am the powerless, I smile. By Fergus NealStatement of functionUpon taking a wider viewing of the film and seeing the unadorned conflicts at play, I forced myself to look deeper and see the not so obvious conflicts that are omnipresent in the bystander characters. I chose to write a fictive segment from the perspective of one of the guards who only features shortly in the film, has no name, but can be noted for saying a smaller but intriguing sorry to Daisy when she attempts to give Susan water, as if the emotion is commencement to come to effect within him, and in citing this I chose to write a creative piece on his perspective and the intimate conflict as well as conflict with the whole situation that he has approach that has culminated in him showing humility and apologizing to Daisy for not being able to acknowledge water to be given to the tortured Susan.I chose to write in a formal way, but with a creative sense of makeup present throughout which allowed me to delve deeper and actually place myself in this mans shoes. My piece is for the audience of my teacher and fellow class copulate as they should be able to comprehend the ideas that I am toilsome to convey through having seen, and understood the key aspects of the film. The purpose of this creative piece is to demonstrate how conflict occurs between the powe rful and powerless,but also how those in power may experience their own internal conflict in looking deeper into power and how it can cause a sense of inner conflict in relation to that persons values.