
First off, let me say that, if you've not read Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn, you should. Ernest Hemingway famously said that it was the "one book" from which "all modern American literature" came.
Not only is it great literature, it's an essential tale of Americana that should not be overlooked. Critics complain about the offensive language, and, it's true, the language can be offensive. They also claim that it puts slavery and discrimination up front and center. That's true, too. It does.
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Of course, I also love Huck. As a boy, I could easily identify with certain aspects of him.
Huck was raised by an abusive, alcoholic father on the outskirts of town. Ostracized by society and imprisoned by his father, he was miserably poor and essentially alone. In desperation, Huck fakes his own death, escapes the clutches of his father, and begins life anew. Early in his journey, Huck meets up with Jim, a runaway slave.

As the two of them float down the mighty Mississippi River, however, Huck begins to realize that all he's ever been taught about blacks is wrong.
Jim is a person, just like him.
Jim has feelings and he has love for his family, just like whites.
And Jim was held captive, just like him.
Huck wasn't educated, but he was perceptive.

That is Huck's dilemma.
In the end, Huck decides to leave the law and the indoctrination, and, instead, allow his moral compass to point him.
Huck believes that this decision will condemn him to hell, but, he says, "All right, then, I'll go to hell!"
There's just something in his little heart that knows that freedom is more important than any sacrifice he might make.
This essential struggle for freedom defines America. Huck, in his own way, was a freedom warrior because he was willing to risk not only death but hell for its sake.
I continue to be baffled by the periodic calls to ban Huckleberry Finn from our schools. It seems to me that the proponents of banning have never actually read the story. They don't understand the amazing moral transformation that took place in Huck, and, by extension, in America itself.
They can't see past the words that offend on the surface to the story underneath. It is a story that soothes and instructs our souls.
Because of young Huck, I've dreamt of traveling the river since I was a child. The dreams of a river adventure is a contribution to my life for which I'll always be grateful.
Better still, it's a rollicking river tale wrapped around a morality play that has had a deep impact upon my life. I guess Huckleberry Finn is the ultimate two-fer.
We are all the same in God's eyes. Skin color is just color. Our heart, our core, the parts that matter, are on par.
Slavery is abhorrent. Discrimination is sickening.

Huck was. That's why he's an American hero.
Rather than banning the story of Huck Finn, I am persuaded that we should celebrate it.
I guess that Huck and Jim had a dream, too.
Roll on Mississippi,
TheCurmudgeon

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