Scythe is Not About Morality… It’s About How to Best Use Power By Charlotte

When we read the book Scythe, by Neal Shusterman, we see a world that is very conflicted as to what the morals really are—the Scythes are immortal killers that apparently have to kill (?) to keep the population down.
However, if you dig deeper, this is not the struggle. The real struggle that Shusterman creates is how should the scythes best use their power—in this case, immortality. In other words: do we use our superiority and power to our advantage by publicising it as yourself (therefore labeling yourself as self-centred) to gain others fear reverence of you… or do you respect the power you have and try to empathize with the people of less power—to do what they do and feel what they feel—to gain more valuable things like their trust and respect?

Neal Shusterman makes the use of power a conflict by separating the community of scythes into two groups (spoiler alert): the new-order and the old-guard, who take their power and immortality in completely opposite ways.

Firstly, the new-order. They are always trying to publicise themselves and what they do (killing so many people at a time, coming to an event with the most attractive attire and car, etc), and even making people adore them (fear them, more like) by what they say.
At one point, we see this situation in the book: Then the lead scythe addressed the passengers. “Your attention, please,” he said with an unnerving smile. “I regret to inform you that this entire flight has been selected for gleaning.” And: “Attention, all! You have been selected for gleaning today. You are commanded to step forward and meet your demise.” Murmurs, gasps, cries of shock. No one stepped forward. No one ever did… (of course, why would you step forward if you were about to die?)
However, the scythe’s speech of ‘wisdom’ continues as we skip forward a hundred pages to a mass gleaning in an office building:
“I am your completion!” Intoned Goddard. “I am your deliverance! I am your portal to the mysteries beyond this life!”… “I am your final word! Your omega! Your bringer of peace and rest. Embrace me!” No one embraced him. Mostly people cowered and pleaded for mercy, but the only mercy shown was the speed at which they were dispatched. We see here that the new-order scythes are just trying to get attention by gleaning so many people—and this is how they use their power.
And lastly, it is interesting to see the comparison between the reaction of the citizens when he is gleaning them (Shusterman, 275 and 242) where Goddard is arriving at scythe meeting.
Scythe Goddard and his crew showed up in a limousine—royal blue studded with mock diamonds, just in case there was any doubt as to who was inside. As Goddard and his entourage emerged, the crowd oohed and aahed, as if their dazzling appearance rivaled a display of fireworks. “There he is!” “It’s him!” “He’s so handsome!” “He’s so scary!” “He’s so well-groomed!” Goddard took a moment to turn to the crowd and sweep his hand in a royal wave… “He’s so strange!” “He’s so mysterious!” “He’s so charming!”
You could relate this evidence somewhat to the arrival of Queen Elizabeth. However, if you glance back and look at what this scythe has done—the cards don’t match.
Skip forward a few pages and we hear some gossip about scythe Goddard from another scythe. It seems to be trying to influence others to think that way as well:
“Scythe Goddard is a visionary. That puts him on a level above every other scythe in MidMerica. Maybe even the world.” Goddard didn’t disagree.

Now, the new-order is not only trying to publicise themselves and evoke a good reaction from onlookers, but they are trying to get others to behave this way as well. In this particular case, on page 241 and 261, they try to influence Rowan, Scythe Goddard’s apprentice: “Take great satisfaction and pleasure in this, Rowan,” said Scythe Goddard, “or you’ll be nothing more than a killing machine.” (yes, a killing machine, because they are training to murder people).
There are subtler ways to do this though—take, hinting at something. Suggest it. This, in my opinion is one example of this: “Welcome to life as a god,” (Parents—maybe you can take this as a good way to make your kids eat vegetables.)

Want to distill all this evidence? Let’s just say that new-order scythes try to be known as ‘innocent’ or ‘like the old-guard scythes’ by saying they are to make themselves seem like something others would want to seem like their ‘hero’, but they are actually just being selfish and want attention (and yes, this does mean participating in mass gleanings and coming in limousines studded with diamonds).

Speaking of subtle, the old-guard scythes behave this way, always trying their best not to show their immortality and power, and always killing (or gleaning) people quietly. Afterward, they regularly hold a dinner with the killed person’s family or pay their respects in some way:
Rowan led the way, passing other kids in the hall—students who, like him, were late, or were just on an errand. They all gawked and tried to disappear into the wall as he and the scythe passed. Somehow, walking through the hall with a scythe became less and less frightening…(Shusterman, 20).
Ok, why do you think walking down a hallway with a person who could kill you right then and there is not at all frightening for Rowan? It’s because he puts himself at the same position as Rowan, the same height. In fact, he even asks him to lead the way, just before this.
There are other examples of putting yourself at the same level as other people lower than you, and one of the ways scythes do this is paying their respects. I bet, when you hear the sentence you think of a funeral, a place…you hopefully don’t go to often. This particular scythe, however does:
“You two shall present the letter to her family at the funeral.” [said Scythe Faraday].
“Wait,” said Citra. “We’re going to her funeral?”
“I thought you said it was best not to linger,” said Rowan.
“Lingering and paying respects are two different things. I attend the funerals of all the people I glean.” (Shusterman, 63)
Now, it is also in the behaviour of old-guard scythes that they don’t attract attention to themselves by using and showing really fancy and expensive (though I do see scythes buying things for free) and this is also a way to have empathy, because the people below you certainly do not have these things:
“Maybe we should have taken a limo,” Citra said. “At least that way we wouldn’t have to fight our way through.”
“That’s always been a little too elitist for me,” Curie said…
As she and Citra climbed the white marble steps, someone to their left shouted, “We love you!”
Scythe Curie stopped and turned, unable to find the speaker, so she addressed them all. “Why?” She demanded, but now, under her cool scrutiny, no one responded. “I could end your existence at any moment; why love me?” (Shusterman, 48).

So, which one of these sides is the author trying to tell us to use?
How should we best use power in our lives?

The answer can be summed up with three pieces of evidence: On page 67-68, in the diary of one of the scythes, it is pointed out that: Thou shalt beholden to no laws beyond these….Of all the commandments, number ten gives me the greatest pause for thought. For to put oneself above all others is a fundamental recipe for disaster.

The same scythe also points out to her apprentice that: “There are more and more scythes who think like Goddard,” Scythe Curie said quietly to Citra. “They’ve slipped between the cracks like snakes. Infiltrating our ranks. Supplanting the best of us like weeds. The killers are rising to power,” [Scythe Curie] said, (Shusterman, 279) “and if they do, the days of this world will be very dark indeed.”

Shusterman puts a lot of passion into these quotes that show us that we should definitely use our power the old-guard way: to use power in a responsible, empathetic way. Only then will people be connected and look up to you for comfort, advice and understanding, because otherwise, if the opposite occurs, as Scythe Curie said (and this is an opportunity to learn to listen to your elders), the days ahead will be dark and (spoiler alert of the next book, Thunderhead) filled with chaos.

Vignettes Of Hope


Times Of Change,
Fear,
And Hope
We move. On and on. Over endless waters. On crowded, hot—unfamiliar—smelly decks. They’re full of strange sights. At least we could afford the ride—after selling almost all of our things. Yeah. We’re immigrants. Moving on, and on.
But we’re afraid, we don’t know what’s waiting for us when we dock. What will the literacy exams be like? How will we earn money and where will we live? Will they let us in the country, or will we be sent out to go elsewhere, like the leafy vegetables on your dinner plate that end up thrown away? It’s happened to other immigrants—but not all. We have hope in that.
We’re afraid, but the natives are afraid —of us—too. And this fear of us turns to hatred. Hatred for what? Being poor, different—different in smell, looks and habits than they usually see. Just like we’re nervous about the boat we’re on now—because it’s different than our norm, and so we start to hate it. We start to hate this new country too, as we near the land. I can almost hear the calls from the shore. Dozens of people in fancy coats and china teacups open their windows, doing their daily business… until they see our ship. Now the hatred is coming before they even open their mouths—coming because the people want to keep their country the same. “Are you about to come and spread some disease here?” “Why did you come here?” “This is our country, not yours!” “We don’t want you here!” “This is not a place for dark skinned people!” It makes me shudder. My mother comforts me and says that those wealthy people are plagued with a disease too—It’s called Xenophobia.
But we aren’t here to visit. We’re here to stay. We were pushed out of our country, out onto this boat with no knowledge of what to expect. The only thing I know when I dock is that we’re different and not respected for that in this country. “Don’t play with those kids, they smell like garlic.” We’re gonna have to live with that—though we don’t like it—with the little thought that we can have a better life here.

-based on the perspective of an immigrant, 365 words

We Have No Hope,
But Still We Live
Everyday from on the coast, up and down the country before I even see a speck of light in the sky, many children put on their tattered clothes and leave their shanty town. Down to the beach. To shuck oysters.
All day—everyday—they reached down and grabbed oysters, blisters forming on their fingers like flaming red beach balls. Watching their blood spread underneath the grim and wet sand just as the sun’s light spreads across the land as it rises. This was what they did. Especially kids. Most were illiterate—almost none went to school. One didn’t even know her name. They most likely wouldn’t ever get an education anyway.
Starting as soon as they could wield a knife, the kids shucked. Too young, in my opinion. Of course: they were cheaper and more manageable than older workers—that was why they were hired.
Sons and daughters of slaves. Immigrants. Brought to America to shuck oysters for almost nothing in return—between 60 cents to $1.25—while the oyster industry earned millions. Like giving one friend a quarter cookie and another a whole. I thought at the time: that’s one pretty unfair deal. But the kids still did it because they needed to earn those cookies for their families… no matter how many were given…’cause that’s not a choice for them.
Now that didn’t mean the kids liked the work. One girl was close to tears as she shucked. Tears that fled to the sea, longing to get away from their life. Under all that dirt, the kids were angry for having to work each day. Under all those holes and tattered clothes, they were hopeful that if they kept on working they would earn enough for their family. Someday.
When they walked home at 5 pm, all that hope they feel to ever get away from working but still earn enough seems like a speck of sand on a long beach…not if anyone keeps it safe and gathers more…

-based on the perspective of people working to end child labour on the children, 329 words

Choosing My HIll
The mill. Where I start my climb up the hill. The hill my family’s chosen. Generation after… generation. Where’s the top? I don’t rightly know, but I guess as a doffer it would be my where my mother stands… up at the top, not too smart but still in command. It’s the money, I know, that keeps us going. Never in starvation and never so wealthy. I think we’re on the lower side.
The problem is me. Me—I’m left-handed. Me—I’m eleven. Me—I’m always disappointing them— there’s always another broken end on my cotton thread. May as well just…start again. The oily floor has the tracks of my hard work here, but ‘soon’s I mess up, it’s like pourin’ on some water—it’s all washed away… and there’s no money for our dinners today.
I think this is a useless climb ‘cause I’m falling down again and again… and again. I’m not just bringing myself down but my family too, ‘cause our wallet’s steadily becoming thinner and thinner. Our hope too dwindles… off of the spindle.
I want to go to school where I can learn to read. Get an education, get the grease of my heels. My friend, he’s decided he’s done with the mill. He says: I want to get out, I want a different hill.
So I think it’s time to choose my hill. Where I want to go. How I want to live. Do I want to work in a mill and get cuts—nasty cuts—on my hand? And keep on messing up ‘till I fail my family? Or do I want to one day be a teacher in a school. Earn more money for my family. Not just money by the spool. My family’s chosen their hill, but I can do different. I can change it if I want. I’m leavin’ my family’s bee hive. Nothin’ ‘cept me’s gonna save their lives.

-based on Counting On Grace, 311 words

Catapult Challenge Blog Reflection

I think that the purpose of this challenge was to develop team work abilities and collaborate. Also, to create a catapult and to push our thinking. It is a connection to Ancient Greece, so we can what life there was like. The parts are firstly to plan and design the catapult, then gather the materials, build it, go threw the trials, and rework or improve. The complexities were; we had limited materials to work with, and not much time to improve our catapult. Lastly, we needed more research on physics and different view on how to build it.

Charlotte’s class reflection

WHICH ME WILL I BE?(Goal setting/ Reflection/ Strategic Plan) 

CLASS: HUMANITIES

STRENGTHS: 

 I work well as a team in class.

I work hard in class

AREAS OF GROWTH: 

I need to stay more engaged in class. 

Keep up with what the class is working on on their IPads.

GOAL/ GOALS: (Realistic, Action steps, Measure, Checkpoints, Specific/ Targeted goal): 

I want to be an engaged, and focused student, one that works well in a team. 

I want to learn as much as I can in this class.

2-3 ACTION STEPS TO ACHIEVE THE GOAL: 

 Learn lots.

Try harder to stay focused in class.

 Be engaged.
CLASS: SCIENCE

I work my best on the homework.

I turn in my homework at it’s best.

AREAS OF GROWTH: 

 I work well in a group.

I stay focused and engaged.

GOAL/ GOALS: (Realistic, Action steps, Measure, Checkpoints, Specific/ Targeted goal): 

  Understand more science content and vocabulary words.

2-3 ACTION STEPS TO ACHIEVE THE GOAL: 

 Learn the vocabulary 

(Memorize it.)

 

CLASS: MATH

STRENGTHS: 

 I stay very engaged and focused on my work.

AREAS OF GROWTH: 

Learn and understand more math vocabulary .

 Do the best I can at the homework.

GOAL/ GOALS: (Realistic, Action steps, Measure, Checkpoints, Specific/ Targeted goal): 

Learn the most math I can by the end of the semester.

2-3 ACTION STEPS TO ACHIEVE THE GOAL: 

Do my best at the homework at all times.
CLASS: WL/EAL

I am engaged in class.

I am focused and listen to the teacher.

AREAS OF GROWTH: 

 Work as a group.

Stay focused on what is happening at the moment in class.

GOAL/ GOALS: (Realistic, Action steps, Measure, Checkpoints, Specific/ Targeted goal): 

 Learn as much Spanish as possible by the end of the semester.

2-3 ACTION STEPS TO ACHIEVE THE GOAL: 

Work hard at homework. 

 Memorise some vocabulary.
CLASS: PE

STRENGTHS: 

 I stay positive and try new things.

I work hard on what the teacher says.

AREAS OF GROWTH: 

 Work as a team.

 Try my best.

GOAL/ GOALS: (Realistic, Action steps, Measure, Checkpoints, Specific/ Targeted goal): 

Be enthusiastic about other people on my teams ideas.

I could excercize at home.

2-3 ACTION STEPS TO ACHIEVE THE GOAL: 

(Excercize at home.)

Try not to be grumpy while at PE.