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|American Literature||All American Literature|
Post-1945 American Literature
|Author||Hansberry - Lorraine Hansberry|
|Post-1945 Literature||Post-1945 American Literature|
Dreams, Hopes, and Plans
...but the others spend most of their time fighting like cats and dogs.
Yep, my children have strong personalities,
to put it lightly. Walter hates being a chauffeur, so he spends a lot of time escaping into a
bottle and dreaming about opening a liquor store with his sleazy buddies.
Then there's Beneatha, a rebel who busted out some serious disco hair to impress her
She wants to be a doctor, even though most doctors these days are men, and our income
is more suited to clown school. ...
I thought Ruth was going to be the well-adjusted adult in the household, but then it turned
out that she was secretly planning an abortion for a baby she couldn't afford.
What's a gramma to do? Travis, I need some hug therapy!
Sometimes I think only my plant understands me...
There was a little bit of good news, though...my husband died!
Oh, um, that wasn't good news, actually, but the ten thousand dollar insurance check
Now all I had to do was figure out what to spend it on.
I decided that this family needed a big change.
So I bought us a nice little house in a nice white neighborhood.
Walter didn't take it too well.
But I made up with him. I gave him the rest of the insurance dough to deposit into bank
accounts for Beneatha and him.
Everybody got a fair share, and it was a win-win-win situation! Not to toot my own horn, but
check out those money-managing skills!
Ruth was super-excited about moving into a new place with space for Travis and a baby.
Even Walter seemed like less of a buzzkill.
So what if our future neighbors-to-be hated us so much they wanted to buy back the house
for big bucks? I was going to have my very own garden!
But I should have known it was too good to last. Einstein here lost all of the money
when his so-called "friend" ran off with it. ...
That little setback left us with no liquor store, no med school, and no peace from sad
sack Walter's moping and bellyaching. So much for the Younger family dreams.
Just when I thought Walter couldn't sink any deeper, he dropped the bombshell that
he accepted the offer to buy us out of our new home!
Obviously he didn't inherit his mama's brains.
So there we were on moving day, with a smug white guy in the house, and Walter selling
us down the river. But for some reason, either because of the
tongue lashing we'd given him or Travis' big puppy dog eyes...
...Walter did a 180 and held his ground.
Somebody call the moving van, because we're finally living our dream! Come on, Mr. Plant!