Dear+Boethius+1984+Essay



Dear Boethius, In your time it may have been true that the party could not get in your mind. This has changed over time, it is very possible and easy for the party to alter your feelings. This is simply by breaking down the human mind. Having someone watching your every move can easily control your body, and having someone hear every word can keep you from explaining your thoughts to others. They do this with new technology, such as the telescreen. Which makes sure you hear all the announcements, do your morning exercises. This also has cameras the watches your every move. Lastly, there are microphones that listen to your every word, along with the thought police. This controls your body. They also try to control your feelings through a system of humiliation, pain, and corrupting of the brain. “now they can see us,” said Julia (page 242) “now we can see you” said the voice from the telescreen. This is the time when I got sent to the ministry of love. The ministry of love is a place where you go to so they can “cure” you, and alter your feelings towards big brother. When I got caught and was at the ministry of love I had no clue what was going to happen to me. “You knew this” said O’Brien, “don’t deceive yourself, you did know it you have always known it.” (Page 262) this was true I knew I had never loved big brother, and was going to eventually be caught. As I sat there for who knows how long I grew thirsty, hungry, and restless. Finally, a guard came in and told me to follow him; I was scared about what was going to happen to me. Before we left to the room he had hit me with his truncheon on the elbow with a devastating blow to the elbow. This disabled my arm. As I came back to reality and the light I had seen while knocked out went away I realized that I didn’t know how bad one hit could hurt. But little did I know this would be one out of hundreds. After a while of being in the ministry of love I got use to the rapid beatings and eventually getting a beating was a threat or punishment. The ministry of loves “real weapon” was the hours of questioning! This was the worst part sometimes this would last for 12-13 hours straight. The people asking the questions would get inside my head and tear me apart on the inside.