Ellison’s “Battle Royal” Essay, Research Paper

Ellison’s “Battle Royal”

In Battle Royal, Ellison shows us various things to bring our attention

to the pain the minority group suffered. In doing this Ellison shows us

relationships between the torment they felt to our feelings for them. When the

boys enter the boxing ring, they are shown off like animals. The woman dancing

represents the sick pleasure derived from the boys’ torture. Ellison shows us a

picture of the human mind, in seeing something to lust after then watching young

men being beaten nearly to death as a form of entertainment. He does this to

show us a view of human nature.

In oppression to the torment the boys developed a sort of counter attack.

The boys were so eager for the the fake money that they suffered electric

shocks to grab it. I think this sort of surprised the audience, beings that the

boys never gave up the fight. It was as thought giving up would have meant

giving up much more than money or a boxing match. It would have been a loss of

dignity and pride, none of them wanted to lose that. Also, by the time the boys

were given the chance to chase the money, they were numb from pain. I don’t

think the new torture methods were really affecting the boys. Their bodies

became somewhat immune to the blows after awhile.

My battle royal was a little bit different from the boys in the story.

I did not really suffer from outside torment. The battle I faced was mostly

inside myself. People didn’t have to say anything and I would be judging myself

and putting myself down. Like the boys in the boxing ring fighting one another,

I would have to fight with my own feelings to overcome things. Each time I made

a decision I had to be critical about what was good and bad for myself. Even if

I didn’t do anything wrong I blamed myself for things that would go wrong.

My battle with low self esteem was an ongoing problem. It pretty much

got to the point where I didn’t even realize I was doing it to myself anymore.

The words I said, although not all true, I believed completely. I had put

myself down so much, that complements were never taken seriously. I tried to

break my habit of putting myself down by setting goals for myself. This helped

a little but I honestly don’t think I wanted help back then.

Finally it got to the point where I knew I had to do something. This

was the time when I felt most powerless. I didn’t think I had any control over

how I felt. Half the time I couldn’t decipher whether I was happy or sad. I

began to scare myself because of it. I would think, does this make me happy. I

couldn’t even think of an answer, it was the strangest feeling I have ever had.

Not knowing if you are happy or sad, seems odd I know.

One day I came to the realization that either I had to fight what was

going on inside me or it was going to get me. I started out by setting goals

for myself. Fairly small things, but very important goals to me. I feel it is

best to set attainable goals for yourself, but also challenge yourself to do

better. Once I began to think about how good life was, and all it has to offer,

things started to change. I know that this is just a start and the main problem

lies ahead.

Today, I am a lot better than I used to be. I have goals for myself and

there are many things I want to do and have a right to do before I leave this

Earth. I guess to a point I became immune to the feelings I would let run

through my mind. I became immune to all the pain those feelings caused.. This

time around I am trying to face the feelings instead of ignore them. This is

helpful in that I know the problem right when it arises, and I can deal with it

before something else happens. If I ever get into a situation now where I feel

powerless, I either leave the situation or turn to a friend for help.

As in the story, I am also rewarded if I don’t give up. I am able to enjoy

life and be happy, instead of walk around depressed a lot of the time. The

first time I realized I had to do something was my speech. That was my turn to

tell myself that I had to get over the low self esteem and overcome it. My

prize for this was happiness, I really had nothing to lose. This was my honest

attempt at winning the battle with my feelings. Each day I know I am getting

better. Now, if I get the feeling I push them out of my mind. Don’t have time

to deal with sad feelings anymore.

The message I used to live by was to run and hide from my feelings.

This could possibly be the worst thing to do. It scared me to face them, so I

wouldn’t. My whole life was an act, putting on a happy face when I really felt

down. Telling everyone I was fine, when in reality I was far from it. It

became much easier to tell people what they wanted to hear rather than face what

was going on inside me. Then came a day when I couldn’t hide from others and

myself any longer. It just didn’t work anymore, the feelings became stronger

and there was nothing I could do, but face them.

Everybody has to deal with something in their life. My battle was

dealing with the pain I brought onto myself. Although there was never any

physical abuse that went on, the emotional is hard to deal with as well. My

battle becomes easier with each day, and I can safely say now that I am better.

Makes me happy just thinking like this, knowing I got over it. It took me this

long to realize you don’t need someone else to make you happy, we all possess

the same qualities in order to do that within ourselves.