Blankets by Alex La Guma
"Blankets" by Alex La Guma is a poignant short story set against the backdrop of apartheid-era South Africa, exploring themes of violence, societal neglect, and human suffering. The narrative unfolds in a cramped, oppressive environment typical of the suburban slums, focusing on the character Choker, who wakes up frustrated and irritable in a woman's bedroom. As he grapples with his discomfort, both physically and emotionally, the story emphasizes his abrasive demeanor and the tensions surrounding his relationships, particularly with the woman and her estranged lover.
The plot intensifies when Choker encounters three men who violently attack him, leaving him wounded and in pain on the roadway. This act of brutality sparks a complex response from bystanders, reflecting a mix of empathy and disdain for Choker's character, as he is seen as deserving of his fate due to his violent reputation. The reactions of the crowd, some willing to assist and others choosing to ignore his plight, highlight the broader social dynamics at play in the impoverished community. La Guma's work encapsulates the grim realities of life in a racially divided society, while also delving into the intricate moral landscapes that define human interactions amidst systemic oppression.
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Blankets by Alex La Guma
First published: 1964
Type of plot: Social realism
Time of work: The 1950's and 1960's
Locale: A shantytown in Cape Town, South Africa
Principal Characters:
Choker , a tough, angry black manHis woman friend , who is estranged from the father of her baby
The Story
"Blankets" is told in the third person, interspersed with dialogue and the main character's thoughts. The main action takes place in a tiny, stifling bedroom and in the walled-in yard of one of the "box-board-and-tin shanties" of a suburban slum. Like most of Alex La Guma's short stories and novels, "Blankets" records events that deal with apartheid in South Africa.
The story begins when Choker wakes up irritated in the hot, stifling bedroom of a woman friend with whom he has just spent the night. Feeling ill and angry because of the room's oppressive heat and the unpleasant odors of the filthy blanket and sagging, smelly mattress on the old, drooping, wobbly bed, he curses irritably at everyone and everything: his sweaty, half-asleep woman friend, the wailing baby in the tin-bathtub crib who has been awakened by the "agonized sounds of the bed-spring," and the woman friend's estranged but jealous and protective lover. Tired of listening to the unrelenting "blerry noise" of the "damn kid," Choker walks out in a huff, but not before the woman warns that her estranged lover and father of her baby, who is quite displeased with Choker's visits, is likely to harm him. Dismissing her warning off-handedly and, true to his tough-man reputation, threatening to "break him in two" with his "thick, ropy, grimed hands," which he uses for "hurting rather than for working," Choker leaves the hot, humid room, scowling irritably as he heads past other equally oppressive rooms in the shanty slum to the tap outside to assuage his parched throat and cool off his face.
After Choker passes a walled-in garden, three men accost him and viciously stab him, leaving him helpless and bleeding profusely by the roadway, cursing. A crowd soon gathers, some wanting to help despite his reputation for brutality and viciousness and others wanting nothing to do with him. The helpful group prevails and carries him, under a torrent of curses, to a dusty, smelly backyard lean-to nearby to await the arrival of an ambulance. The rescuers make no bones about how much Choker deserved what happened to him even though Choker criticizes the "baskets" for doing a less than "decent job" of stabbing him. With the pain searing through his entire body, he fingers "the parched field" of a threadbare, smelly blanket someone has thrown over him. He drifts in and out of consciousness, recalling his many encounters with filthy, smelly blankets, which have come to symbolize the decay and despair of his slum life. Drifting from the blanket experience of prison to one when he was six years old, he drifts back to the blanket experience that he had in the woman's bed moments before the attack. Before the ambulance arrives, there are some light-hearted moments in the bantering of the crowd in spite of the grimness of the slum life. The ambulance finally arrives, sirens screaming like the "high-pitched metallic wailing" of the "damn kid," and bears Choker away, strapped to a stretcher and covered with a sheet as "white as cocaine" and a blanket "thick and new and warm."