I spent a good deal of time at Tony and Syd’s apartment, and soon began to notice a few differences between our families. I never said anything about these differences to my friends or their family, but they continued to bate my curiosity until I consulted my mother about one of the things I had noticed.
“Mom, why do black people always say, ‘my mama’?”
Clearly uncomfortable with the question, my mother replied, “Don’t call them black, Justine, and I hope you haven’t been saying stuff like that to them. That was rude of you to say.”
My mother never did tell me how I should distinguish black people to her liking but she eventually told me “those kinds of people” are just different from us so they speak and act differently. She used a couple examples to explain to me how our neighbors were inherently different. Since our apartment were thin and the units smashed together anyone could hear what the neighbors closest by were up to. This meant whenever Tony threw a tantrum and cried, we could hear everything clearly from our living room.
“Those kinds of people will just let their kids do what they want,” my mother explained to me, “So the kids misbehave a lot.”
I grew up with fallible logic like this because my family is racist, though they do not like to admit that. The reason I could never fully believe what my family was teaching me was because I was also surrounded by people who were accepting and open minded. It was easy for me to observe and later conclude that skin color has nothing to do with how people should be viewed, so to make assumptions about people because of the color of their skin was completely wrong. Huckleberry Finn, on the other hand, grew up in a southern slave owning town before the Civil War, so all he ever learned growing up was that owning other human beings was not only justified because of the law, but also moral because these slaves were seen as less than human.
Huck goes through guilt and confusion as the story progresses and he and Jim are drifting along the Mississippi towards Jim’s freedom. There are several instances where Huck’s conscience reminds him that what he and Jim are doing is illegal. While debating whether or not to do the “right thing” and return Jim to slavery, Huck thinks, “What had poor Miss Watson done to you, that you could see her nigger go off right under your eyes and never say one single word? What did that poor old woman do to you, that you could treat her so mean? Why,…she tried to be good to you every way she knowed how” (Twain Ch.16). This confusion and guilt plague Huckleberry Finn until Jim is captured and held at the Phelps’ farm. At this point Huck realizes, “…I’d got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it,” (Twain Ch. 31) and he decides, “’All right, then, I’ll go to hell’-and tore it up” (Twain Ch. 31). Huck has decided once and for all to stay by Jim’s side and to help him escape into freedom, no matter the cost. Upon reflection, Hucks says, “It was awful thought, and awful words, but they was said. And I let them stay said; and never thought no more about reforming. I shoved the whole thing out of my head; and said I would take up wickedness again, which was in my line, being brung up to it, and the other warn’t. And for a starter, I would go to work and steal Jim out of slavery again; and if I could think up anything worse, I would do that, too; because as long as I was in, and in for good, I might as well go the whole hog” (Twain Ch. 31).
By reading this last passage, there is much to be said about Huck’s morality and perspective of good and evil. Despite everything he and Jim have gone through together and how much Huck has grown fond of his friend, I am not sure if Huckleberry Finn has really grown all that much throughout the course of this story.