“PUSH” by Sapphire is a very shocking novel. It’s also an awareness to the reader about all those women who have been sexually and physically abused. I think the novel speaks innocence and the pain in precious life. While I was reading it, some of the moments were like I wanted to cry. I was not able to read any further, but I had to with a hope of whether Mrs. Precious Jones will get what she deserves or not. I can’t believe that Mrs. Precious Jones has been through the things I can’t even imagine. I mean how your own father can do that to you. Your father is the one who teaches you about your life and all the right principals to live in a society as a good human being. Your father is like a second God for you, who direct you to a right path of life. A child has a lot of expectation from his parents. Parents are the one, who love a child as their only precious thing. A child means everything to them. They are always willing to do anything for their child. The only goal in their life is to give their child a best life they can. But Precious Jones, she never had that good moment in her life. Her mother and father always disrespected her by abusing her sexually and physically. Her father got her pregnant, when she was only twelve. “Twelve”, when she was child herself. She did not even know, what it means to be pregnant. But, her father never cared. He even asked his own daughter to marry him. I think he is biggest destroyer of her life. Being a good father is far enough, he couldn’t even respect the relation of a daughter and father. “I’m gonna marry you, he be saying. First he mess up my life fucking me, then he mess up fucking talkin. You my daddy, fucking me illegal” (24). I mean it’s unbelievable to even think about. When I read this part, I felt like I wanted to kill her daddy. He’s a biggest stain on this earth and he got no right to live. He got her pregnant again, when she was sixteen. A second baby from her father was a feeling like someone’s pushing her into the kiln. I think only a husband has the right over a women’s body, but for Precious it was her father.
Another fact that was lacking in Precious life till she was sixteen was education. She went to school, but no one pay attention to her. I think the biggest thing Precious was lacking in her life was “ATTENTION” and “HOPE”. No one pay attention to her needs. At home or school, no one cared whether she is getting what she needs in her life. She did wanted to learn like other kids, but she never found someone who could direct her to the right path. “I always did like school, jus’ seem school never did like me” (37). Because of appearance and being black, she could never make any friends. I think because no one helped her, God was there for her. I think God was the one who helped her to go through all the bad times and gave her courage to not to end her life, but live through those sorrowful circumstances that a normal girl can never live, which makes Precious a special or a precious girl. I think her name says everything. Her name in just not a name, it’s a signal for the world that she is really a precious girl, who is chosen by God and very unique to him. That’s the reason she met Mrs. Rain, who showed her a different path of life. Who taught Precious, her ABC and made her aware of the world. Mrs. Rain was the first person, who Precious liked. “I want to hug kiss Miz Rain. She make me feel good” (55). She didn’t even love her children as her own children. She considered them raped children, but because of Mrs. Rain she did took care of Abdul as her son. She couldn’t love him, but she also didn’t hate him. She gave/taught him all things that she couldn’t get. When he was hardly talking, he knew his ABC, which tells us that Precious was very good at heart. She didn’t left him considering he was from her father, but she gave him a batter life then her own. I think that Mrs. Rain is also responsible for that. I considered Mrs. Rain as her mother, who actually forced her to do what was right. Precious needed someone who can respond back to her questions, who she can share her feeling with. That was Mrs. Rain; she shared everything with her, which makes me think Mrs. Rain as her mother. Mrs. Rain was the reason, who made Precious like to write. “I mean thas what had made me really like writhing in the beginning, knowing Mrs. Rain gonna write me back when I talk to her” (94). I think I’m very lucky to have good parents and teachers. I can’t even imagine being on Precious place. It shivers me when I even think about all the circumstances that she went through. I thank God for giving me good parents and the teachers who have put to the right path of life. I just hope, whatever happened with Precious Jones, would never happen to another Precious Jones.
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