Today my American Justice teacher read us a little thing and then asked us a question about it. The whole class had varying oppinions about it, and it led into an enlightening conversation between me and all my classmates that revealed some stuff about our personalities. As this ordeal was going on, I thought it may be interesting to do the same thing on the forums. Please note that I don’t have the actual story, so I’m going off of memory. Anyways, here we go.
A woman named Anne was taking her twin daughters to school. Anne had two daughter and a husband named Frank whom she loved very much. However, lately Frank had been rather… Unsatisfying. It had been five years since they married and the spark was fading. To satisfy her urges, she would take the train after she dropped her daughters off to the next town over where a string of lovers awaited her. That day, she road the train to her newest lover, John’s house.
Her and John got into a huge fight, and he kicked her out. As she went back to the train yard, she was dismayed to learn that she had left her wallet at John’s house. She went back, attempting to convince him to give it back, but no dice. He slammed the door on her. She knew that she had to get home before Frank did, and she had to do it fast.
She walked two blocks down to another one of her lovers, David, and the only one within walking distance of John’s place. She came to the door and pleaded with David to spare some cash, saying she’d make it worth his while. But David was with his wife that day, and he acted like he didn’t know her. He said she was crazy, and slammed the door in her face.
Anne knew of one more way home, but it wasn’t the preferred one. If she cut through the bad part of town, she could hit the freeway and get a lift back. She didn’t want to, because it was in a very bad part of town, but she had no choice. She went down the road, hoping to make it back home. But she never did. Because Gerome, a strange man who Anne had never met, had killed her with a knife in an alleyway, stealing her jewelry and using it to pay for his heroine addiction. Thus ends the story of Anne."
My question for you all is: Who do you feel is more at blame for Anne’s death? Explain your reason why.
Is it Anne for cheating on her husband? Is it Frank for not satisfying her needs? Is it John for taking her wallet? Is it David for turning her away in her time of need. Or is it Gerome for cutting her life short? Feel free to converse about amongst eachother about why you think what you do.
And no: There is NOT a right answer.
Ready, set, go!