Even The Help rubbed me the wrong way because it was the story of some young white girl trying to expose how the help was being treated badly in her hometown out of altruism. It was really a way for her to get her name out there in the publishing world even though literature like that could mean life and death for the subjects of her piece.
My mother was "The Help." She lived it. She helped raise the children of a white family in the 50's. Those children, now adults, still remember her and even helped her get a place to live. They still keep in contact to this day.
Even The Help rubbed me the wrong way because it was the story of some young white girl trying to expose how the help was being treated badly in her hometown out of altruism. It was really a way for her to get her name out there in the publishing world even though literature like that could mean life and death for the subjects of her piece.
My relatives on both on my mother's and father's side worked as domestics. I'm glad The Help was made into a movie because I did not know that for example some of the Black help can't go to the bathroom in their employer's house.
